Hot Sauce

Straight off the top

M.A bring them hoes out

Redlyfe bring them poles out

Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)

I'm already sipping

Got five voicemails, I just left the brib

And my bitch, she already tripping

Blu just rolled a blunt, he like: Bro, you good?

I'm like: Nah bro, let me hit it

Puff puff drink, I don't wanna think

Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait

I'm in another zone, I'm in another zone

My girl getting on my nerves, I ain't going home

Ain't got time for this shit (I don't got time for this shit)

I ain't got time for this bitch (I don't got time for this bitch)

Throwing ones like money grow on trees

So when I look down all I see is green

Never look for love in the strip club

Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait

Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl

Where you think you going with that big butt?

Brown water sippin' in that big cup

My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts

Chill dude, you are not a tough guy

Not the only one with a gun, guy

My hitters like shootin' shit for fun, guy

Head shot, hit the boy one time

Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense

I used to bag the work in them apartments

Now I get a bag for a walkthrough

If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to

While they making disses I'm just making hits

'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't make no sense

This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude

But I just can't relate 'cause that's what lames do

Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth

She let me hit it out the park like I'm Babe Ruth

Then I hit my dougie, ooh I'm pretty though

Bring that Hilfiger back and I'm jiggy though

Niggas know I'm hot but they envy though

Oh well, at least my bitch is with me ho

This her favorite song, this her favorite song (ooow)

She get in her Birk when they put this on

Owww, that's the thot call

Ooow, shawty got that hot sauce

My guys don't talk, they just pop off

If a thot tryna front, she'll get dropped off

My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off

I'm in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on

Doin' 95 just to piss a cop off

Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)

Bitch I got that hot sauce

So NY with these Timbs on

And shoutout to the girls who don’t wear sew-ins

Cause it’s all about my bitches with the wigs on, ooow

You don’t got no hot sauce

You are not hot, you a knockoff

Fuck around boy and get your top knocked off

Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off

And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off

And you know this the beat I can bop on

Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on 'em

Yeah we bop, I'ma bop, I'ma bop on 'em

OOOUUU

Yeah we got that hot sauce

But you niggas got no hot sauce

This the type of beat I can bop on

I need a quick thot that can top off

This the year that I really get my guap on

And you know the whole game, I got a lock on

It's Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce

Redlyfe got that hot sauce

Shawty you don't got no hot sauce

Nah, you don't got no hot sauce

You don't got no hot sauce

Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot sauce