text: Oh, yeah
  Flare
  Its too much sauce, ayy
  DaBaby
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  You know I had that sauce before I started rappin
  Dropped out of college, I was busy trappin
  Dont nobody try cause Im bout that action
  They talk on the internet, I just be laughin
  I just got that package from Cali, Im taxin
  Pull up to my show, Ima serve you a beat
  I got it for fifteen, I sold it for three
  I aint cuttin no deals and you know its OG
  You better go ask them hoes about me
  They know Im a dog, all them hoes off the leash
  I fuck em so good, the neighbors call police
  They knock on the door, we pretend like we sleep
  Im drippin sauce, on my head to my feet
  Her boyfriend too soft, dont compare him to me
  Song on the radio, still in the street
  Still will run off with your pack if you weak
  Still ride with the strap on the passenger seat
  Somebody tell me why these rappers want beef
  Because their baby mama wanna be my freak
  Dont speak or hear no evil that I dont see
  I keep it on me seven days of the week
  Pray the Lord protect everyday when I sleep
  Popped on that nigga that ran up on me
  Will not let a nigga trick me out the street
  Im bout whatever, ask Ri and TG
  Matter fact, you can go ask the police
  I know its illegal, I still got that heat
  Ill be off probation in three or four weeks
  Pull up and play me if you think its sweet
  Im in the bed layin with three or four freaks
  Bitch Im a boss, I put that on my niece
  Im sellin sauce and that shit aint been cheap
  Yeah
  I aint even put no adlibs on that muhfucker
  Its too much sauce, yeah
  For real
  Its too much sauce
  That aint DaBaby, thats my baby