Hot Sauce
Yeah
And I heard one of the Woos (shoutout 808Melo, yeah)
Caught a nigga named
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Huh, yeah
(Uh, uh, uh)
And I heard one of the Woos (ooh)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh, huh)
Ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh)
(Ooh), ooh, (ooh, look, uh)
I brought the demons out to play (I brought the demons out to play, uh, look)
I keep the bitches for the gang (I keep the bitches for the gang, uh, look)
Send me the addy, I'm coming your way
I tell my shooters to get in they place
They want to shoot a nigga in his face
I tell 'em chill, they couldn't wait
I said a man down, niggas calling me making me hot
Somebody got shot (baow), they be going through a lot (baow), huh
And I ain't Ja Morant, I ain't just flashin' no chopp'
I don't hear no tunes from the opps
Atlantic, huh, let that lil' nigga drop
I got a shooter with me, he ain't coming for peace talks (grrr)
See an opp and he reach off
Keep a .40, no recoil
They shooting and passing like they playin' B-ball
And no, he not a marksman (nah)
He ain't shooting from deep, nah, we pull up in like three cars (baow)
Hop out in the middle of the street (baow), and let heat off (uh)
Fuck all this fame shit, we with all of the gang shit (uh)
And we still moving dangerous
When that .40 go (baow)
It's speaking my language, that .40 my favorite
They wanted that hot sauce (uh)
He know if he catch a body, that money get dropped off (baow), huh
(That money get dropped off, huh), uh
I get an opp nigga knocked off (I will)
We run in the crib we don't knock doors (nah)
He see his face, and we pop off (baow)
I hope that being an opp is somethin' to die for
And I heard one of the Woos (ooh)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh, look, uh) uh, yeah, huh
I only trust the pole (only trust the pole), uh, yeah, yeah
I keep it everywhere I go (everywhere I go)
Look, yeah, we keep the opp niggas on they toes (we do), uh, yeah, yeah
I keep a demon that's ready to go (grr)
Every time I'm in one of they face
Them niggas never got nothin' to say (nah)
This .30 gun on me come with a case
This shit is barkin' louder than the bass
I'm GDK (I'm GDK, huh)
I told 'em niggas from the gate, yeah, uh
(I did, I told 'em niggas from the gate)
And I heard one of the Woos (ooh)
Caught a nigga named (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
And I heard one of the Woos (shoutout 808Melo, yeah)
Caught a nigga named
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Huh, yeah
(Uh, uh, uh)
And I heard one of the Woos (ooh)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh, huh)
Ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh)
(Ooh), ooh, (ooh, look, uh)
I brought the demons out to play (I brought the demons out to play, uh, look)
I keep the bitches for the gang (I keep the bitches for the gang, uh, look)
Send me the addy, I'm coming your way
I tell my shooters to get in they place
They want to shoot a nigga in his face
I tell 'em chill, they couldn't wait
I said a man down, niggas calling me making me hot
Somebody got shot (baow), they be going through a lot (baow), huh
And I ain't Ja Morant, I ain't just flashin' no chopp'
I don't hear no tunes from the opps
Atlantic, huh, let that lil' nigga drop
I got a shooter with me, he ain't coming for peace talks (grrr)
See an opp and he reach off
Keep a .40, no recoil
They shooting and passing like they playin' B-ball
And no, he not a marksman (nah)
He ain't shooting from deep, nah, we pull up in like three cars (baow)
Hop out in the middle of the street (baow), and let heat off (uh)
Fuck all this fame shit, we with all of the gang shit (uh)
And we still moving dangerous
When that .40 go (baow)
It's speaking my language, that .40 my favorite
They wanted that hot sauce (uh)
He know if he catch a body, that money get dropped off (baow), huh
(That money get dropped off, huh), uh
I get an opp nigga knocked off (I will)
We run in the crib we don't knock doors (nah)
He see his face, and we pop off (baow)
I hope that being an opp is somethin' to die for
And I heard one of the Woos (ooh)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh, look, uh) uh, yeah, huh
I only trust the pole (only trust the pole), uh, yeah, yeah
I keep it everywhere I go (everywhere I go)
Look, yeah, we keep the opp niggas on they toes (we do), uh, yeah, yeah
I keep a demon that's ready to go (grr)
Every time I'm in one of they face
Them niggas never got nothin' to say (nah)
This .30 gun on me come with a case
This shit is barkin' louder than the bass
I'm GDK (I'm GDK, huh)
I told 'em niggas from the gate, yeah, uh
(I did, I told 'em niggas from the gate)
And I heard one of the Woos (ooh)
Caught a nigga named (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Michael Loblack, Fivio Foreign, Cristian Dejesus Tejada
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