Hot Sauce (Explicit)

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
I'm already sipping
Got five voicemails I just left the brib
And my b**ch 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 sh*t
I don't got time for this sh*t
I ain't got time for this b**ch
I don't got time for this b**ch
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 ni**a 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' sh*t 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 b**ch is with me ho
This her favorite song this her favorite song
She get in her Birk when they put this on
Owww that's the thot call
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
B**ch 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 b**ches with the wigs on
You don't got no hot sauce
You are not hot you a knockoff
F**k 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
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