Sausage

Eggs, bacon, grits

You better use a condom if you taking that

All these broke niggas that be on my

Need to hop off

Look, mama's in the kitchen, yup ya damn right

Ty got the grillz and they studded with the ice

I just checked the mail, my sister going to Yale

Man she probably got a man, but she don't kiss and tell

Rockin' Robin's jeans and my walk is mean

Young queen when I step on the scene now whip cream

Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M

Money, money, taught her how to whip it now she remixin' for low

Hey, you, get off my style

You don't know me, and you don't know my pals

I pow pow like a comic, comic

Dr. Robotnik like Sonic

Ill with the flow and it only gets better

Save your breath if it ain't about cheddar

It's funny how I asked ya'll years ago

Watcha know about me and you still don't know

Eggs, bacon, grits (sausage)

You better use a condom if you taking that (sausage)

All these broke niggas that be on my (sausage)

Need to hop off ( my sausage)

My sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-sa (sausage)

My sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-sa (sausage)

Eggs, bacon, grits

Hop off (my sausage)

We eatin', that Oscar Mayer bacon

I don't eat pork so As-Salamu Alaykum

Turkey, bacon, breakfast in the makin'

Off the rip, I whine like I'm Jamaican

My milkshake brings the boys to the basement

Backyard's grillin' feel like a vacation

My whole style straight wild, no patience

Check out my hair, Peruvian, Malaysian

I cut it off in the summer when its blazing

I cut you off if you fake and you hatin'

I know they can't take all this money I'm makin'

But call me Betty Crocker, though, cause I'm cakin'

Booty shakin' from the left to the right

Bigger belt too tight so my back is achin'

To the left, to the right

Tell me what's shakin' fore I bring the break in

Monday, a friend of mine

Tuesday, you played your games

Wednesday, you ran away

Thursday, you were so hurt

Thursday to Friday, you came back

You wanted to, leave school

On Saturday, but that ain't how I get it down

Wha, look at the flick of da wrist

Wha, look at the flick of da, wha, wha

Look at da flick of the bitch

Wha, (wettin' only get serious)

Yo, look at the flick of da wrist

Look at these hips, look at the way that they switch

Look at the way that I flip, look at the pit

Look how I'm stackin' these chips

Just look at what I got on, I am too slick

Look at the beat that I'm on

Look at the way that they hate, look at the greats

Look at me, look at Lebron

Yo, I said in case you ain't know now you know its a go

Charms on my arms like my pops got the blow

I lean on the mic like a smooth criminal

On the cover of Vogue now watch me cover this Vogue