AR Fiteen - Hot Sauce

Mm-mm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
I do this for the gang, you know I can't do this without y'all
They want us all in chains and try to label us an outlaw
Gotta keep that glizzy on me, know this shit get hot dog
This forever, I put that on everything like hot sauce
Sometimes shit go left, but that don't make me south paw
Know the feds listenin', I gotta watch how I talk
You the one that's broke, so how that's my fault?
I keep a stick, cause I got paper, I won't let you get yo rocks off
In the back of the double R, how I make it this far
From the back of all the cop cars
They be actin' too fraud, and that's why I cut em' off like a coupon
Once I do it, how I do it, yeah, they gotta love me
Cause I hate to be the one that did it all for nothin
And when they ask how I been, quite frankly, I'm a hunnid
Ain't gotta share my location, you still see how I'm comin
And I'm on the way!
I put that shit on, I get fly like I put on a cape
Now she quick to get down on her knees like I'm her lord and savior
That small talk with that midget money, you short on paper
Your money lower case, ayy!
I swing that stick like I'm at Topgolf
I swing it like I'm playin' hardball
A G baby, so don't act like you made a Teflon
Watch where you goin', I hate the smell when shit get stepped on
Who I'm doin' this for
I do this for the gang, you know I can't do this without y'all
They want us all in chains and try to label us an outlaw
Gotta keep that glizzy on me, know this shit get hot dog
This forever, I put that on everything like hot sauce
Sometimes shit go left, but that don't make me south paw
Know the feds listenin', I gotta watch how I talk
You the one that's broke, so how that's my fault?
I keep a stick, cause I got paper, I won't let you get yo rocks off
In the back of the double R, how I make it this far
From the back of all the cop cars
They be actin' too fraud, and that's why I cut em' off like a coupon
We square business, but ain't nothin' square about the niggas
And I ain't playin' about that money, you know I'ma get it
If you don't got it, please don't think we bout to ball our fist
Unless you bout to hit my palm like it's rock paper scissors
Give you that smoke, you can't even inhale like a cigar
Don't let that go over yo head like umbrellas indoors
You know that's bad luck
And I don't wanna put you down, just get my cash up
You know that they love when I'm around, it's somethin' special
Came from servin hand to hand this what I prayed for
If you poppin', mm-hmm, if you got it, mm-hmm
If you with the gang members, same niggas
And you do this every single day with em
I do this for the gang, you know I can't do this without y'all
They want us all in chains and try to label us an outlaw
Gotta keep that glizzy on me, know this shit get hot dog
This forever, I put that on everything like hot sauce
Sometimes shit go left, but that don't make me south paw
Know the feds listenin', I gotta watch how I talk
You the one that's broke, so how that's my fault?
I keep a stick, cause I got paper, I won't let you get yo rocks off
In the back of the double R, how I make it this far
From the back of all the cop cars
They be actin' too fraud, and that's why I cut em' off like a coupon
A G baby
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm

Written by:
Quameo Walker

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