Wylde Lyfe by Yvng Sauce God Lyrics

Yvng churn production

Ima pull up in a Beamer
Whip change her whole demeanor
Pullin’ off in a rari
Car skrt thru safari
Whippin fast like a cheetah
Speakers boomin like a lion
Yvng churn spittin fire
Lil grea$y needa retire
Thts the bro with the flex
And yea ya boi he up next
Iont really do the flex
I sit back and count the checks
Skrt skrt skrt skrt
Yea boi I’m up next
Skrt skrt skrt skrt
Spend a band just to flex
Take yo check in the vet
Hit a smirk
Hit a lick
Take yo chick in the whip
To mcds thn we dip
Flexing out wit the sauce
Had the juice then I lost
Took yo girl Thts a loss
Like rick Ross ima boss
Skrt off in the whip
Fly straight to mars
Flexing out with the sauce
Had the juice then I lost
Flexing out wit the...
(Yvng churn production) x2

I got the sauce
U thought I loss
Gucci Prada yea designer
That stuff really cost
Money bags out the vault
Ain’t lose just a fault
Take a L that’s yo fault
Get a job get some guap
Get yo chick out my drop
Put my chick in my drop
She count my cash to the top
200 ain’t the top
Speed through for a band
Spent a check yet again
Gucci Prada that’s a bag
Loui shoes for the swag
Finessing off wit the jewls
Yea boi that’s wat I do
Finessing off of my clout
Put yo homies in a doubt
Fendi pants
Jesus jewl
Got my Neck iced out
Spent a band on a sweater
Balmain for the letter
Balenciaga that’s the cheddar
Stay fit for the weather
Pay the cost to be the boss
Flexing on you with the voss
Flexing out with the sauce
Had the juice then I lost
Flexing out with the sauce
Had the juice then......I lost