Hot Sauce

Lil' bitch, I'm a big boss
And no, you not top tier
Lil' bitch, I'm the top dog
Making one call, you got popped on
Balling so hard, no, we not soft
Ran it up with the bros and now we dripping hot sauce
Trying to touch a milli', I want all my pockets to look just like Rick Ross
Man, they just be barking, but bitch, I'm a big dog
Hang with killers that'll put you right on a big wall
Tryna get behind me, you gon' find yourself picked off

Yeah, I'm so sick of the fake hoes
Trying to get beside me, but they just want the bankrolls
That bitch, she tripping 'cause she just got a main dude
She miss how I did it, but I ain't the same dude
Call me bossy, I know it ain't true, but it ain't rude
I cop anything, yeah, she know that I got it
I think they tryna take me out, they don't want me the trending topic
I'm the triggerman, I swerve from the cops in a mini van
Don't worry, I'm keeping my feelings in
They try to play me, play the bigger man
She ain't want me, her friend who I'm digging in
Yeah, the circle smaller, but the numbers up
Bitches fold and it's cold, but I'm bundled up
You ain't part of the cult, you can't run with us
You ain't part of the cult, you can't run with us, no
Matte black foreign, sound like a thunder bust, yeah
Yeah, the matte black sound like a thunder bust, yeah
The matte black sound like a thunder bust, yeah

Lil' bitch, I'm a big boss
And no, you not top tier
Lil' bitch, I'm the top dog
Making one call, you got popped on
Balling so hard, no, we not soft
Ran it up with the bros and now we dripping hot sauce
Trying to touch a milli', I want all my pockets to look just like Rick Ross
Man, they just be barking, but bitch, I'm a big dog
Hang with killers that'll put you right on a big wall
Tryna get behind me, you gon' find yourself picked off



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Writer(s): Sean Reilly
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