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big mad ft. yung morty (prod. yung morty) - sauceboiswae lyrics

[verse 1: sauceboiswae]
hahahaha
ay, ay
god i’m big mad
shooting at your heart for a heart attack
put you on the ground
choppa take off like a private jet
i got migos by my side and i ain’t talking offset
i got shotta’s throwing slugs, nfl like quarterback
knockin’ n*ggas low, knockin’ n*ggas down, been stackin’
i just f*cked your b*tch, now i want your f*ckin’ b*tch back
she gone come around full circle like a culdesac
she been chasin’ hard, b*tch i got the murders on the track
i said b*tch you make me mad, motivation: get a bag
selling counterfeits get a young n*gga swag
$3000 on off*white, b*tch i’m poppin’ tags
40 rounds in my clip, i got extended mags
stopping power, broken wifi, b*tch i make you lag
you’re going up on my list, look at the fl!ck of my wrist
glock*9 got the cl!cks
(?)
you gon’ make a n*gga rich ‘fore i go off in this b*tch

[hook: sauceboiswae]
b*tch you big mad? b*tch i’m big mad
say, b*tch you big mad? b*tch i’m big mad
[verse 2: sauceboiswae]
iso too cold, on froze (on frozе!)
000 risk on a hoe (on a hoe!)
1800*dont you call me brokе (call me broke!)
i be hittin’ l!cks down on the low (on the low!)
so my diamonds glissin’ that be in my show (at my show!)
i be on the low, so you don’t even know (don’t know!)
stalkin’ all competition, black crow (black crow!)
takin’ n*ggas down, b*tch they might explode (might explode!)
takin’ n*ggas down, ak on reload (on reload!)
super saiyan b*tch, i’m on overload (overload!)
yuh, yuh, i’m on overload (overload!)
yuh yuh, i’m on

[verse 3: yung morty]
i might pullup with a four*five f*ck it, 380
smokin’ off this loud, got my ass real lazy
bodies in the trunk, cus my trigger finger my saftey
pull up on your b*tch, “tryna f*ck?” i say “maybe”
throw your corpse up in the river
i would never dig a f*ckin’ grave
pull up on yo momma, and i made that b*tch my f*ckin’ slave
imma pull up on ya bust some f*cking caps at your brain
i with the sh*t, extended clips, i’m offline like kane

[hook: sauceboiswae]
b*tch you big mad? b*tch i’m big mad
say, b*tch you big mad? b*tch i’m big mad
b*tch you big mad? b*tch i’m big mad
say, b*tch you big mad? b*tch i’m big mad
[verse 4: sauceboiswae]
do it with the swag, i got balmain on my jeans
i give freedom to the fiends, when they stuck up out the lean
and they bound to a queen, i got different options
all these n*ggas joined my team so you ain’t big mad
self*esteem on green while i count my bag
i been back with billie jean, i been gettin’ racks
i said build them b*tches up, want a bentley truck
i don’t give a f*ck, n*gga don’t need luck
bands that make her dance, b*tch i’m coming up yuh
stealin’ every rock, and i put that hoe on lock yuh
n*gga out of time, so i restocked the clock yuh
b*tch i keep a nine at the time, got the glock yuh
i be on the block where i’m makin ghosts hot
block is on hot, fahrenheit like a sauna
choppa sing a n*gga to sleep, just like madonna
stacking bands up to the ceiling, gettin’ commas
got hoes on the side, lil a n*gga farmer
i got dead pres none of these hoes is obama
get on yo knees, and pray to my choppa
pray to my choppa

- sauceboiswae lyrics

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