Hot Sauce

Yeah, right

Bend it over, bust it open for me, baby, you that hot sauce
You ain't talkin' money, grab my purse and then I walk off
You know I stay with shooters, fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off, but never rock a knockoff
Bend it over, bust it open for me, baby, you that hot sauce
You ain't talkin' money, grab my purse and then I walk off
You know I stay with shooters, fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off, but never rock a knockoff

Everything is big with me, nigga, everything expensive

Got him on his knees, huh, lookin' real repentant
If you ain't want him dead, huh, never should've sent him, huh
'Bout to grab my Glock and make that shit extensive
Bend it over, bust it open for me, tryna see it work

When I check his status, only time I check a purse
Make a nigga spend his last, make a nigga put me first
If you want me to drop it, then drop it on the purse
Bend it over, bust it open for me, told him get to movin', huh
Make that ass clap, yeah, while you play my music
And they gon' make it shake if I tell 'em to do it
I'm the reason that he got it, I'm the reason that he lose it

Bend it over, bust it open for me, baby, you that hot sauce
You ain't talkin' money, grab my purse and then I walk off
You know I stay with shooters, fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off, but never rock a knockoff
Bend it over, bust it open for me, baby, you that hot sauce
You ain't talkin' money, grab my purse and then I walk off
You know I stay with shooters, fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off, but never rock a knockoff

You ain't never fucked a white boy, shawty, I'm the right one

I'ma beat that pussy up 'cause I ain't never liked guns
How you call yourself a smoker? You don't wanna pay for it
If it's real zaza, I could charge an arm and leg for it

If I'm lyin', then I'm flyin' private jet to an island
Smoke so much damn zaza, look like my eyelids from Thailand
I could talk 'bout designer, but I get so sick of stylin'
I got clothes from no one knows, still in the box how I got 'em
My foreign car a elephant 'cause the trunk in the front
Filled with a pound of that pressure
And like three pints of that punch

Put that pussy on a stretcher, from behind, she ain't run
Bend it over, bust it open, she gon' get me in trouble

Bend it over, bust it open for me, baby, you that hot sauce
You ain't talkin' money, grab my purse and then I walk off
You know I stay with shooters, fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off, but never rock a knockoff
Bend it over, bust it open for me, baby, you that hot sauce
You ain't talkin' money, grab my purse and then I walk off
You know I stay with shooters, fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off, but never rock a knockoff

Baby, you that hot sauce
Ba-baby, baby, you that hot sauce
Ba-baby, you that hot sauce
You ain't talkin' money, grab my purse and then I walk off