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von YNW Bslime

Hot Sauce Songtext

DJ Chose
P-Crisco

Do it with no hands, imma throw these bands
Hop out drop top, she gon leave her mans
Put em in a casket, this drip gon make him fall
We balling no basket, my whole team gonna ball
I be drippin′ like hot sauce, had to take the top off
All this polo on me, I be playin' lacrosse
Haters looking dusty every time I come around
If they can′t stand me, I'm sitting them down
So many melodies, I'm worth so much, screamin′ free Melly
I got the recipe, now they want my jelly
They say I′m up now, they keep on testing me


Hit the woah, yeah you got to go
You said you want smoke, .223 came with that scope (Yeah)
Sniper wipe your nose
Foreign coupe with a space ship, merry-go-round
You said you want smoke, with the gang we come around
She a dirty thot, yeah what you talkin' bout?
I said woah baby, yeah you better chill out
Shawty, I like you bad... word? So profane
Somethin′ like a bad, (word) girl want your love
Call me when you can!

Do it with no hands, imma throw these bands
Hop out drop top, she gon leave her mans
Put em in a casket, this drip gon make him fall
We balling no basket, my whole team gonna ball
I be drippin' like hot sauce, had to take the top off
All this polo on me, I be playin′ lacrosse
Haters looking dusty every time I come around
If they can't stand me, I′m sitting them down


I'ma shut em down
Y'all thots can′t hang around
Your boyfriend he a goofy
Don′t you worry he a clown
Me & BSlime inna town
Don't you act or play around
Because I got me some killas that won′t dare to make a sound
Diamonds on me see me flex
Haters wanna see me stressed
I ain't worried bout nobody I just wish them kids the best
Know these bitches be impressed-
′Cus they like the way I dress
If you think that I ain't witit then just try and be my guest
Bitch I′m grippin on this Tec
So I tend to worry less.
And we still screaming "FREE MELLY" but lil bro for sure a flex
I been chasing after checks
Just a young' from the X
I know niggas really flex, cus they don't wanna see mew flex


Do it with no hands, imma throw these bands
Hop out drop top, she gon leave her mans
Put em in a casket, this drip gon make him fall
We balling no basket, my whole team gonna ball
I be drippin′ like hot sauce, had to take the top off
All this polo on me, I be playin′ lacrosse
Haters looking dusty every time I come around
If they can't stand me, I′m sitting them down
So many melodies, I'm worth so much, screamin′ free Melly
I got the recipe, now they want my jelly
They say I'm up now, they keep on testing me

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