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French Sauce
Bird Wish
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We go way back (back, back)
Since the backpack (pack, pack)
Now we cash out (out, out)
Didn't doubt that (that, that)
We bringin' the sauce and that shit is delicious
On top, they feeling diminished
Born a sinner, so a little malicious
Non-stop, all bangers no fillers
We're authentic, you all felt it
What's in your wallet?
Call us Celtic
We're authentic, you all felt it
And you?
Purple bills in my pocket, I'm tryna remain calm
This shit new to me
I'm finally loaded, holding them stacks in my palm
Counting 'em up with scrutiny
Keeping in mind that I locked out
But if I can buy friends, who do I trust now?
We runnin' for touchdown, but what if I trip?
What if I break down?
Why are you acting so friendly?
Is it 'cause my face is trendy?
For you, my pockets are empty
But for a few I've got plenty
You've got your eyes on my lady
Soon you'll be running for safety
Tearing through the stereo
With bars that slaps like a Dre beat
Murdering the track and doing it lazily
We bringin' the sauce and that shit is delicious
On top, they feeling diminished
Born a sinner, so a little malicious
Non-stop, all bangers no fillers
We're authentic, you all felt it
What's in your wallet?
Call us Celtic
We're authentic, you all felt it
And you?
I get the money, but I keep it low
Chains on my neck stereotypical
'Cause I keep it calm
Probably the AC is blowing a little too hard if you see me cold
What's on the menu, boys?
Dripped out for the show and the venue
Just paid in cash for some brand-new clothes
I only care about revenue
Nonetheless
I'm runnin' my own business
Tired of losin', we made it happen
More money that we gon' finesse
Some people could backstab bros and homies
When hoes are coming for loads of money
You can make it without being a bitch for those who want it
No need for help, do it iso
Nothing but net with my eyes closed
Hop in the jet just with my bros
Blowin' up next, I'm like nitro
Daydreaming 'bout the squad on the beach
Girls naked like in Adam and Eve
That's for the team
I don't care about that shit
Bitch, I got eyes on the scene
We're ready for hardships that's upon us
Obviously partly for the hunnids
Putting my homies on, and they know me as
A lethal shooter like I'm Tobias
They gave me a chance, then they take it back
I've been workin' all day, I ain't takin' naps
Scared of the drop and being on top
For all the time that we made it last
Let's begin in a taxi
Bros in the backseat
They be rolling it, smoking it
Healin' their pain like a vaccine, yeah
Pass me the cone
Surrounded by real ones, but I'm feeling alone
Party on the sofa
Bacardi with no soda
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We go way back
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