Loading…
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Look, have you
Running 'round here lost in the sauce
You better move right
Keep your head, keep your wallet, keep your thoughts
I seen that grin
Turn to trouble way too quick
One wrong night
And that shine turn sour real quick
She looking too slick
Like she tryna be a problem
I ain’t judging none
Just saying I can spot 'em
If you gonna run wild
Then run it with some sense
Don't wake up broke
With your name on the fence
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold up, hold up
What you really on?
Count your losses
Before the morning gone
Hold up, hold up
Don't let it flip on you
Play your part
And make it make sense too
[Chorus]
Lost in the sauce
Lost in the sauce
Keep your feet on the floor
Don't get tossed
Lost in the sauce
Lost in the sauce
Be a responsible one
Or get lost
(lost in the sauce)
(lost in the sauce)
Be a responsible one
Or get lost
[Verse 2]
Ain't nobody tryna
Carry your mess all week
One hard lesson
Can make a hard man speak
Seen too many
Get loud then fold
Talk big talk
Then the whole thing cold
If you chasing that rush
Better know the cost
Every little high
Got a little bit lost
So mind that line
When the night get thick
Keep one eye open
And your circle lit
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold up, hold up
What you really on?
Count your losses
Before the morning gone
Hold up, hold up
Don't let it flip on you
Play your part
And make it make sense too
[Chorus]
Lost in the sauce
Lost in the sauce
Keep your feet on the floor
Don't get tossed
Lost in the sauce
Lost in the sauce
Be a responsible one
Or get lost
(lost in the sauce)
(lost in the sauce)
Be a responsible one
Or get lost
Details
GeneratedApr 24, 2026
Duration2:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
Southern rap with trunk-rattling bounce, swung hi-hats, rattling 808s, and a slow-burn Memphis-to-Atlanta groove; verse rides sparse drums and rubbery bass, pre-chorus strips to handclaps and a creeping synth tag, chorus hits with shouted doubles and call-and-response hooks. Filter sweeps, tape stop turns, and bass drops frame each section. Deep male vocals, gritty close-mic verses, rowdy gang ad-libs on the hook, bright punchy mix with heavy low-end, male vocals, rap
Credits
Prompt byDiscoDrop950
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Look have you going to be running around here lost in the sauce you better be a responsible drug addict otherwise she's just looking like a Fein, ain't nobody tryna southern rap male vocals
