Hot Sauce Freestyle lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy (Ah), ayy (Ah)
Pull on the block, fire Draco, let shots off
Foenem ex out the plug, triple cross 'em like hot sauce
These f*ck n*ggas been stealing my flow, n*ggas knock-offs (f*ck n*gga)
While I'm with they b*tch gettin' my rocks off
Man these n*ggas be pus*y when they come around me do not talk (Be silent, ayy)
Let the Glock pop off in this b*tch, it get ugly
Empty that clip and don't even spin the block again, f*ck it (Skrrt)
n*gga, the f*ck is you saying?
What sport is we playin'? My n*ggas get buckets
n*gga stupid as f*ck, he try blocking that shot (Yeah)
Must've thought he was Jokic, get hit in his nugget (Must've thought he was Jokic)
Get hit in his head, now prolly goin' fed now
Nah, f*ck that sh*t out the lot, I just sped out (Skrrt)
I was finna f*ck, but I'm just gettin' head now (Ayy)
I bust a nut and I prolly go to bed now

[Verse]
Slide in that car and I'm cutting the lights out (Skrrt)
I'm in that mood, kill a f*ck n*gga, right now (Yup)
With no CCW, don't give no f*ck 'bout that sh*t I conceal, I'm whippin' my pipe out (Pop-pop-pop)
Then I reveal I'm cutting his lights out
Riding 'round with them portable bangers like iPods
Shot to the face, turn that boy to a Sasquatch
Now he got one eye can't look back now
Ayy, pssh (Heh)
How the f*ck n*gga die and he can't even laugh now?
It don't make no sense, how many shots that we sent? (Pop-pop-pop)
Got 'em like, "f*ck is that sound?" (Yeah)
Shots out the 'Vette (Ayy), 762 big bullets f*ck 'round and just pop out his neck
n*gga get rushed to the hospital tryna put oxygen inside his chest (Ayy)
But he ain't even got none left, he ain't even got none left
This b*tch want respect, but I ain't even got none left
I was finna go pour up some more Tec, but I ain't even got none left
I'm the top gun n*gga if it's not one left (Yeah, top gun)
You can hold one n*gga if I got one left
I'ma ho that b*tch if she waste my time, and it's coming with that interest when I see her next (It come with that interest)
If the message he sent was a threat, it ain't read
If he talking online then he gotta see TEC's
n*gga gotta meet God, n*gga gotta get shred
Boy, I bet his side burn, clip to the side of the head (Bah-bah-bah)
Lil' Yac the Ripper, I be drankin' on dope, I don't do too much liquor (I be drankin' on dope)
Hit a n*gga with that scope, put his ass on a picture
All the blood out that boy, we could fill up a pitcher, ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy (Ah), ayy (Ah)
Pull on the block, fire Draco, let shots off
Foenem ex out the plug, triple cross 'em like hot sauce
These f*ck n*ggas been stealing my flow, n*ggas knock-offs
While I'm with they b*tch gettin' my rocks off
Man these n*ggas be pus*y when they come around me do not talk
Let the Glock pop off in this b*tch, it get ugly
Empty that clip and don't even spin the block again, f*ck it
n*gga, the f*ck is you saying? (Ayy)
What sport is we playin'? My n*ggas get buckets
n*gga stupid as f*ck, he try blocking that shot
Must've thought he was Jokic, get hit in his nugget
Get hit in his head, now prolly goin' fed now
Nah, f*ck that sh*t out the lot, I just sped out
I was finna f*ck, but I'm just gettin' head now
I bust a nut and I prolly go to bed now
Ayy, the f*ck, ayy

[Outro]
(D-D-D-Denzel Rock on the track)