Hsk

Hot sauce kid
Got a lot of drip
Hop in the pit with the chain of a pit
I know some bitches that sayin they hit
No, no, they didnt
I change the weather she back up, play tennis
I put on my sweater im back to the business
I hop in the whip fix my chain with a brick
Fill my pain with a brick, fill my day with a brick
Hot sauce kid
Got a lot of drip gave a bottle to a jit
Make a check bounce put a ball on the rim
Boy so lit, put a four in a lid
Put his soul in the whip, fuck hoes in the whip
Dough in the whip, get grown in the whip
How many times i's cold in the whip
Still roll in the whip, buy bows in the whip
Get goals in the whip, turn a O to a three like Kobe in the whip
Put bro in the whip, thats a pole in the whip
If a bitch cross me repoing the whip
She a hoe for the rent, on go for the win
She a' hit me for drugs, i dont think we are friends
Im doin my taxes i made me a ten
I cant do the front i need money to spend
I fill up the blunt, weigh my problems in grams
If we aint in touch i just followed the plan
That aint my problem i move too advance
These hoes are too shallow they dont got a chance
I pick my battles and rally the bands
Hot sauce kid
Hop scotch shit got to walk on a brick
Big ball, like it switch laws win i get rich
Big dog just put us all in the Ritz
Said big dog, no leash, walk medicine
Said real though i dont like to talk to the rich
On the real though i dont like to bark get bit
Dog her on the floor left the carpet slick
Had to put her out side trying to snoop through the crib
Bet, i got to get up at six, get rich
Nah, cant sleep yet on the track break a sweat
Put me back on the radio scratchin the list
Give me back or fellatio, i do the rest
Got my dog in the stadium spinnin the mix
I dont talk to a hater unless i got hen
Look, hot sauce kid
Got a lot of drip
Life on the edge got to ball on the rim
Take a lot of risks got to call it again
Couple phone calls and im ballin again
Cost a arm and a limb
Got a hart in the cup for the heart in the chest
Hard drive look like a big body benz
Box cutter make a bride out of sticks
Box cutter when the box got a stick
Lock shut it dont be talkin through the window
City hot, so i watch in crescendo
Disappear on a bitch like my name is Chris Angel
Keep it on tempo, move like a mantel
When you got the juice they gon' ask for a sample
Louisiana
Hot sauce kid
Got a lot of drip
Hot sauce kid still ball on the rim
Hot sauce kid trying to walk with a limp
I know bitches that sayin they hit but they didnt
Hot sauce kid
Got a lot of drip
Hot sauce kid still ball on the rim
Hot sauce kid
Got a lot of drip
I know bitches that sayin they hit but they didnt



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Writer(s): Rylan Durham
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