[Verse 1]

I need a g sauce with my wing pack

Bitch I need a pot with boiling water, 4 tea bags

I need a honey taste keeping my weed wrapped

She said "Kutty, boy you need some new weed raps"

I said maybe I need some new hoes

I need to be around people with goals, I need to see and believe and just go

I need to be with the team on the road

Watch for the fakes and the snakes

I know niggas who give all they cheese to who keeping the score

Behind the scenes kill your dreams on the low

Bitch you ain't heard a pimp this fly since TPAB

I mean he rap, but where’s the knowledge, knowledge?

I'm just honest

[Hook]

Oh you must think shit sweet huh?

Niggas lose everything they love where we from

I need options, options

You must think shit sweet huh?

What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain

Dang, you must think shut sweet huh?

Niggas lose everything they love where we from

I need options, options

You must think shit sweet huh?

What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain

You must think shit sweet huh?

[Verse 2]

I don't rep hoods cause none of this shit belongs to me

And I apply that same logic to women

So when I’m riding through your block, mind your business

Imma give her back, gimme a minute

Imma send her back with a permission slip, Nah I'm just playin

Nah but I'm sayin

I been the man, prophets be coughing when my shit hit fans

There the balloons, oh they poppin again?

Tell me, now why would I stop shit again? Oh yea

I need a g sauce with my wing pack

With an extra roll, oh bitch you solid, solid, I can call it

I must think shit sweet huh? They only pop shit for the streams huh? Obvious, its obvious. Promise, I promise

[Hook]

Oh you must think shit sweet huh?

Niggas lose everything they love where we from

I need options, options

You must think shit sweet huh?

What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain

Dang, you must think shut sweet huh?

Niggas lose everything they love where we from

I need options, options

You must think shit sweet huh?

What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain

[Verse 3]

That's why I always show KC love

Even when they didn't show me love

Remember when I used to bug Tee Dub

Tryna get on shows with some people that'll bring some

Had to sell tickets, had to text women, had to be different

Had to stand out. I showed my face, I peeped the scene, then booked my own shows, fuck a handout

Oh, you must think shit sweet huh?

Niggas yappin like they can compete huh

You lucky I'm lighting my weed up

Nah, you must think shit sweet huh?

Whole lot of 4 dollar bills

Bitch I been like the nuke in my town, so when duty calls, that's alot of kills

We was scooting through the city back when yall used to snap to Laffy Taffy

Back when peace & quiet made my daddy happy

Prior to when Monteque would let me cop them pills

I’m still me, huh?