Hot Sauce
The way I'm drippin' on your block, it's like Hot Sauce
Look at the Rollie on my wrist, I'm a hotshot
When I pull up wit da blick, I get the block hot
In the kitchen, and we whippin' up the Crock Pot
Bought a coupe and then I swerve it off the lot, lot
And we ridin' round town with the top off
And when you lookin' at my wrist, you see a lot, lot
And I got yo bitch takin' off her crop-top
Trappin' every day I hope I don't get caught, caught
Talkin' shit, but you sleepin' on a cot, cot
Like a janitor, I pull up wit the mop, mop
And we goin' to the top, nonstop, pop pop
And we do this shit every day,
Hunnid round drum make you levitate
I could never hesitate
Imma let the weapon spray
Yo bitch got the wedding cake
Did some shit I'll never say (aye, aye)
This my fuckin payday
Imma take yo shorty to Jamaica on a va-cay
Talkin' all my shit, give a fuck about what they say
And it's goin' down like a mothafuckin' Mayday
And it's goin' down like Mayday
Shawty said she feelin' me, she feelin' so amazing
Only if you wit me then we smokin' and we blazin'
Floor it in the whippy, yeah we rollin' and we racin'
Feelin' wavy
Fuckin on that bitch, but I don't want a baby
Shawty talkin' dating, shawty talkin' crazy
I know that she rate me, but I just want the facey yaaah
The way I'm drippin' on your block, it's like Hot Sauce
Look at the Rollie on my wrist, I'm a hotshot
When I pull up wit da blick, I get the block hot
In the kitchen, and we whippin' up the Crock Pot
Sippin' on the Vizzy now you know it's game time
I ain't trynna hit these bitches with the same line
Yeah, you got a bitch, but she ain't fine
You ain't doing coke, that's a fake line
And I'm gettin' high, like an airline
No, I ain't stoppin', gon ignore the signs
Put the ice on her finger, now she know she mine
Seen her on the 'gram, yeah you know she fine
Take her out to dinner, now she sippin' wine
And I'm bout to blow, just gotta give it time
Runnin' through the 6ix with my homies now
Ain't got shit to say, whatcha sayin' now
When I'm at my show, yeah I take a bow
She ask me to fuck, yeah you know I'm down
And we makin' hits in the stu, and it's goin down
The way I'm drippin' on your block, it's like Hot Sauce
Look at the Rollie on my wrist, I'm a hotshot
When I pull up wit da blick, I get the block hot
In the kitchen, and we whippin' up the Crock Pot
(Hot, hot)
(Hot, hot)
(Hot, hot)
(Hot, hot)
In the kitchen, and we whippin' up the Crock Pot
Look at the Rollie on my wrist, I'm a hotshot
When I pull up wit da blick, I get the block hot
In the kitchen, and we whippin' up the Crock Pot
Bought a coupe and then I swerve it off the lot, lot
And we ridin' round town with the top off
And when you lookin' at my wrist, you see a lot, lot
And I got yo bitch takin' off her crop-top
Trappin' every day I hope I don't get caught, caught
Talkin' shit, but you sleepin' on a cot, cot
Like a janitor, I pull up wit the mop, mop
And we goin' to the top, nonstop, pop pop
And we do this shit every day,
Hunnid round drum make you levitate
I could never hesitate
Imma let the weapon spray
Yo bitch got the wedding cake
Did some shit I'll never say (aye, aye)
This my fuckin payday
Imma take yo shorty to Jamaica on a va-cay
Talkin' all my shit, give a fuck about what they say
And it's goin' down like a mothafuckin' Mayday
And it's goin' down like Mayday
Shawty said she feelin' me, she feelin' so amazing
Only if you wit me then we smokin' and we blazin'
Floor it in the whippy, yeah we rollin' and we racin'
Feelin' wavy
Fuckin on that bitch, but I don't want a baby
Shawty talkin' dating, shawty talkin' crazy
I know that she rate me, but I just want the facey yaaah
The way I'm drippin' on your block, it's like Hot Sauce
Look at the Rollie on my wrist, I'm a hotshot
When I pull up wit da blick, I get the block hot
In the kitchen, and we whippin' up the Crock Pot
Sippin' on the Vizzy now you know it's game time
I ain't trynna hit these bitches with the same line
Yeah, you got a bitch, but she ain't fine
You ain't doing coke, that's a fake line
And I'm gettin' high, like an airline
No, I ain't stoppin', gon ignore the signs
Put the ice on her finger, now she know she mine
Seen her on the 'gram, yeah you know she fine
Take her out to dinner, now she sippin' wine
And I'm bout to blow, just gotta give it time
Runnin' through the 6ix with my homies now
Ain't got shit to say, whatcha sayin' now
When I'm at my show, yeah I take a bow
She ask me to fuck, yeah you know I'm down
And we makin' hits in the stu, and it's goin down
The way I'm drippin' on your block, it's like Hot Sauce
Look at the Rollie on my wrist, I'm a hotshot
When I pull up wit da blick, I get the block hot
In the kitchen, and we whippin' up the Crock Pot
(Hot, hot)
(Hot, hot)
(Hot, hot)
(Hot, hot)
In the kitchen, and we whippin' up the Crock Pot
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