Always Saucy (with Ski Mask The Slump God & TrippythaKid)

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Ho
 It's a lovely day
 Haha
 Yah, yah
 Ayy
 When I wake up, I go straight to the weed
 Man, I just need to smoke, ayy
 Then I get up and go
 Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, ayy
 I don't got much but love
 All of my homies are waitin' outside, ayy
 Yeah, know I'm ready to roll
 Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy
 And by the way, we gettin' high today
 Heaven's to Betsy, your bitch on my testies
 I hit it like Messi, a mile away (ooh)
 Like what's up with you?
 Feel like Shamu, 'boutta ride the wave (Shamu)
 Gravy come through for your boo
 Fly away to your bitch like
 What's up? How you doin'?
 Fuck some, PT cruisin'
 At the club, I'm perusin'
 Bust a nut and keep it movin'
 That's that money talk (whoa)
 Gravy got the club doin' bunnyhops
 I got the mighty Dodge V4 on my watch
 And you must've got your shit at Craigswrist
 When I wake up, I go straight to the weed
 Man, I just need to smoke, ayy
 Then I get up and go
 Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, ayy
 I don't got much but love
 All of my homies are waitin' outside, ayy
 Yeah, know I'm ready to roll
 Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy (yuh, yuh, yuh, okay)
 I'm 'bout to log off (uh-huh), 'bout to nod off (uh-huh)
 Askin' all these questions, I start resemble Nardwuar (uh)
 Trick, huh? Ta-da, some rock Prada
 Used to sell them drugs, always showed 'em like a sawed-off
 Half made 'em start up, thought I was a narco
 Read between the line with me, I'm somethin' like a barcode
 His white tee, you make the bread, thought he make it sorrow
 Seats in the whips same color bone marrow
 Shh, I smell an enemy in the vicinity
 And when the battle begins, I turn to an entity
 Killin' shit like my last name was Kennedy
 State killin' shit like shit is named Kennesy
 Friend of me, enemies ain't the half you pretend to be
 Only percentage of what I let you fuck niggas be
 Sicker sauce, roll like carb patties with Jelly Bean
 Built different, what you see in my damn anatomy, bitch?
 When I wake up, I go straight to the weed
 Man, I just need to smoke, ayy
 Then I get up and go
 Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, ayy
 I don't got much but love
 All of my homies are waitin' outside, ayy
 Yeah, know I'm ready to roll
 Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy
 Winter's in the backpack
 'Bout to buy the whole city in the Blackjack
 You know Trippy keep it flippin' like a flapjack
 If I'm goin' up north, then I go to my source (yeah)
 But you stay in my course like a black cat (uh)
 Had bad luck, baby, but I passed that
 Now it's just a little something I can laugh at
 I just wanna get lit where the cool kids is
 Where the wild things are, I'm a goddamn star
 We about them bucks, we about them bars
 If I ever get stuck, I don't gotta restart
 I just need to get high, better land on Mars
 Gotta lend my broads, gotta get a new car
 I just want another 'cause you breakin' my heart
 I'm on another level, what you thinkin'?
 Trippy gotta quit the drinkin'
 Ayy, when I wake up, I go straight to the weed
 Man, I just need to smoke, ayy
 Then I get up and go
 Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, ayy
 I don't got much but love
 All of my homies are waitin' outside, ayy
 Yeah, know I'm ready to roll
 Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy
 When I wake up, I go straight to the weed
 Man, I just need to smoke, ayy
 Then I get up and go
 Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, ayy
 I don't got much but love
 All of my homies are waitin' outside, ayy
 Yeah, know I'm ready to roll
 Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy
 

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Duration
03:12
Key
4
Tempo
128 BPM

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