HOT SAUCE (feat. Islandboybeats)
Shoot a film I keep that camera rolling in this bitch
I got niggas popping percosets they rolling in this bitch
Imma keep that hammer with me cause I know he ain't gon snitch
And my dawg he really cripping put that blue flag on a blick
We were trapping every night you know we trapping every day
And that shit be feeling different when your dawg locked in that cage huh
Send you some cake tryna
Get you out that cage tryna
Let that chopper loose and hit like 808
Rolling thru the city
I got different bitches with me
Shawty pillow talking to me
Say she gonna give the drop
All my niggas sliding and they aiming for your top, yeah
Yeah I'm tryna make it big and be just like lil top, yeah
She like hot sauce we gon hit em with a kick
All my homies gang yeah we running round in that bitch
Can't follow me all around get your bitch
She got brain like she graduated harvard and shit
When we go to war yeah we don't retreat
All my homies ride yeah they all beef
We be serving beef just like arbys
I ain't had shit now my pockets obese
Told em I gon be the one yeah I said this
I be stacking all these bands in the mattress
I remember we were broke we ain't had shit
I done seen my dead brothers turned to ashes
So we got to keep a cutter keep a rocket
Ain't no silencer on my gun we bring havoc
But they ain't even know I got a good side
I ain't lie had to bury my pride
Getting cold outside
Hope you down for the ride
I be grinding stacking money get it before I'm 25
Said he was the truth but on the real I know he lied
My uncle in the cage oh cage got him binded
Tryna get my family straight before some diamonds
I know imma slide with the k you know we riding
I can see a better life on the horizon
I ain't worried no it's coming perfect timing
Shoot a film I keep that camera rolling in this bitch
I got niggas popping percosets they rolling in this bitch
Imma keep that hammer with me cause I know he ain't gon snitch
And my dawg he really cripping put that blue flag on a blick
We were trapping every night you know we trapping every day
And that shit be feeling different when your dawg locked in that cage huh
Send you some cake tryna
Get you out that cage, tryna
Let that chopper loose and hit like 808
I got niggas popping percosets they rolling in this bitch
Imma keep that hammer with me cause I know he ain't gon snitch
And my dawg he really cripping put that blue flag on a blick
We were trapping every night you know we trapping every day
And that shit be feeling different when your dawg locked in that cage huh
Send you some cake tryna
Get you out that cage tryna
Let that chopper loose and hit like 808
Rolling thru the city
I got different bitches with me
Shawty pillow talking to me
Say she gonna give the drop
All my niggas sliding and they aiming for your top, yeah
Yeah I'm tryna make it big and be just like lil top, yeah
She like hot sauce we gon hit em with a kick
All my homies gang yeah we running round in that bitch
Can't follow me all around get your bitch
She got brain like she graduated harvard and shit
When we go to war yeah we don't retreat
All my homies ride yeah they all beef
We be serving beef just like arbys
I ain't had shit now my pockets obese
Told em I gon be the one yeah I said this
I be stacking all these bands in the mattress
I remember we were broke we ain't had shit
I done seen my dead brothers turned to ashes
So we got to keep a cutter keep a rocket
Ain't no silencer on my gun we bring havoc
But they ain't even know I got a good side
I ain't lie had to bury my pride
Getting cold outside
Hope you down for the ride
I be grinding stacking money get it before I'm 25
Said he was the truth but on the real I know he lied
My uncle in the cage oh cage got him binded
Tryna get my family straight before some diamonds
I know imma slide with the k you know we riding
I can see a better life on the horizon
I ain't worried no it's coming perfect timing
Shoot a film I keep that camera rolling in this bitch
I got niggas popping percosets they rolling in this bitch
Imma keep that hammer with me cause I know he ain't gon snitch
And my dawg he really cripping put that blue flag on a blick
We were trapping every night you know we trapping every day
And that shit be feeling different when your dawg locked in that cage huh
Send you some cake tryna
Get you out that cage, tryna
Let that chopper loose and hit like 808
Credits
Writer(s): Jevon Gittens
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