Trap Sauce by Soulja Boy Lyrics
[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Mango
Soulja
Young rich niggas, gang
Gang gang
Yeah nigga
You know what the fuck going on
Real northside shit
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I'm getting to the money nigga, the fuck you think this is?
Bitch I was rich before I even had a deal
Call up the plug, I pour up a whole seal
Bust down my Roli, I iced out [?]
Me and Mango, we bout to take a trip
Hit the highway with a hundred and fifty bricks
Hop out the Rari looking like the president
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari, you know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch, you know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
[?] put it in the air
Money gang niggas don't shoot in the air
You safe in your hood, don't come over here
Big mac 11 shoot him in the [?]
I take the bricks, I make them disappear
That's not a new bitch, I fucked that bitch last year
Hit the wrong spot, nobody was there
In the Rari switching to the 5th gear
I been having [?]
Trappin, riding around with that fellony
Grippin that Draco, ain't no nigga testing me
Stand in the trap, and [?] whole thing
See a hundred everytime [?]
In Zone 1 serving that cocaine
Get the fuck back, nigga don't know me
[?] whole thing
[?] moving so slowly
Bought a brick, could've bought me a Roli
Catch me in the trap, I'm grippin that Cobi
Drive that Mazerati just like it's stolen
I got that bag on me, they say I'm holding
Look at my pinky ring, shit frozen
I got them keys, keys Zaytoven
[?] on my Bentley, I'm rolling
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari, you know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch, you know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
[Verse 3: Mango Foo]
Trap sauce, I got the dab flew
Jim Carey, bring the mask through
Got some people at your door with bad news
Came from trappin, serving out of bathrooms
Hit the pot, I gotta get the extras
Body slam a brick like wrestlers
Make your ho give me top in a tesla
Then I leave her, cause I got the best of her
YRN, and they say we some loonitics
Going [?] in the pot like I'm Ludacris
I just bust down my watch with some lugy spit
I'm a thief in the night, I'm a hooligin
I don't rap, nigga I really do this shit
Yeah yeah you got guns, shoot that shit
Imma beat the pot, black and blue the shit
I remix the rock, dope on my [?]
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari, you know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch, you know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
Mango
Soulja
Young rich niggas, gang
Gang gang
Yeah nigga
You know what the fuck going on
Real northside shit
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I'm getting to the money nigga, the fuck you think this is?
Bitch I was rich before I even had a deal
Call up the plug, I pour up a whole seal
Bust down my Roli, I iced out [?]
Me and Mango, we bout to take a trip
Hit the highway with a hundred and fifty bricks
Hop out the Rari looking like the president
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari, you know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch, you know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
[?] put it in the air
Money gang niggas don't shoot in the air
You safe in your hood, don't come over here
Big mac 11 shoot him in the [?]
I take the bricks, I make them disappear
That's not a new bitch, I fucked that bitch last year
Hit the wrong spot, nobody was there
In the Rari switching to the 5th gear
I been having [?]
Trappin, riding around with that fellony
Grippin that Draco, ain't no nigga testing me
Stand in the trap, and [?] whole thing
See a hundred everytime [?]
In Zone 1 serving that cocaine
Get the fuck back, nigga don't know me
[?] whole thing
[?] moving so slowly
Bought a brick, could've bought me a Roli
Catch me in the trap, I'm grippin that Cobi
Drive that Mazerati just like it's stolen
I got that bag on me, they say I'm holding
Look at my pinky ring, shit frozen
I got them keys, keys Zaytoven
[?] on my Bentley, I'm rolling
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari, you know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch, you know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
[Verse 3: Mango Foo]
Trap sauce, I got the dab flew
Jim Carey, bring the mask through
Got some people at your door with bad news
Came from trappin, serving out of bathrooms
Hit the pot, I gotta get the extras
Body slam a brick like wrestlers
Make your ho give me top in a tesla
Then I leave her, cause I got the best of her
YRN, and they say we some loonitics
Going [?] in the pot like I'm Ludacris
I just bust down my watch with some lugy spit
I'm a thief in the night, I'm a hooligin
I don't rap, nigga I really do this shit
Yeah yeah you got guns, shoot that shit
Imma beat the pot, black and blue the shit
I remix the rock, dope on my [?]
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari, you know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch, you know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]