2 Sauce [Remix]

Yo eastside, yo eastside, yo eastside
ayy
She said she don't love me, why she still get naked?
I'm a badmon
Look, hol' on
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look

I'm feeling way, way too saucy (too sauce)
Too sauce
Hop out the Wraith, hopped in the Porsche (hopped in the Porsche)
New Porsche, and it's racin' (and it's racin'), huh
She said she don't love me, why she still get naked? (She still get naked)
I'm a badmon, baby, I'm Jamaican (I'm Jamaican)
Yeah (hol' on)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight, we don't give a fuck
Tonight, we don't really care, hol' on
Yeah (aight bet), huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight, we don't give a fuck
Tonight, we don't really care, hol' on, huh

Wait
I'm tryna bleed the block, huh
I know you heard the shots
I be buggin', tryna murder opps, ayy
I got 'em itchin' to flock
When you see me you better move hot
You know who call the shots
From the bottom, but now we on top, huh
How is you still sleep? Now they lovin', used to hate me, huh
And my kicks clean, ain't nobody ever had these, uh
Crackin', huh
No lackin', know I pack it
What's crackin'
You know we super savage
(Wait, wait, hol' on, hol' on)

I'm feeling way, way too saucy (too sauce)
Too sauce
Hop out the Wraith, hopped in the Porsche (hopped in the Porsche)
New Porsche, and it's racin' (and it's racin'), huh
She said she don't love me, why she still get naked? (She still get naked)
I'm a badmon, baby, I'm Jamaican (I'm Jamaican)
Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight, we don't give a fuck
Tonight, we don't really care, hol' on
Yeah (aight bet), huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight, we don't give a fuck
Tonight, we don't really care

Bumboclaat though, yeah (wait, woah)
And we have the Glock and the FN, the AR, the SIG, and the mini K dem
Run wit' the bad pon cause
Blood bath, bloodclaat, don't cross, you fi dead
Skilly wid the beng and Sleepy'll roll pon dem wid the four ball dem
We all run the street like fence?
When boy go fi ah sleep in him bed (yeah)
We nuh go gripe and feel out, some cyat want me now
One clip, dem bwoy catch a reload
Mek shot dem bwoy meek load
When I die mi a feel some
And start one beast nuh
We ah be our purpose, Glock can pull out chat inna people
Turn bwoy head into ah pasta
Mek dawg come nyam dat
Dem bwoy couldn't run gawd
I still mek the boy run fast fast
Fool in the mouth tryna falter
You nuh know we ah mad man?
Two many K dat ah chop-chop (yuh say? Huh)

I'm feeling way, way too saucy (too sauce)
Too sauce
Hop out the Wraith, hopped in the Porsche (hopped in the Porsche)
New Porsche, and it's racin' (and it's racin'), huh
She said she don't love me, why she still get naked? (She still get naked)
I'm a badmon, baby, I'm Jamaican (I'm Jamaican)
Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight, we don't give a fuck
Tonight, we don't really care, hol' on
Yeah (aight bet), huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight, we don't give a fuck
Tonight, we don't really care