Burna Bandz, Why G - Hot Sauce lyrics

AYE! AYE! Gang, gang, gang

Crossed the plug, hot sauce
Had to cut him off, they knock off
Had to pull up, drop top
Closed casket, can't open the top
Body bag, this ain't what he want
New racks, just left Saint Laurent
Jimmy Choo, baby, pick what you want
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah he's at Galicia
Ohh, mama mia we scoring like FIFA
Fifty rounds sing like he Bieber
Cold heart, dirty heater
Bussdown, I'm a walkin' freezer
In the trap, serve a nigga like Boston Pizza
Big bands, I don't swipe, Visa
She fucked me so good that I might keep her

Riding 'round in my two seater
With a bad bitch, hold my new heater
Drop the top, it's a coupe
So everything brand new
Know some young niggas, they go dumb, nigga
Come and hit you out the blue
Cook a nigga like stew
And act like they ain't never knew
I be on my P&Q's
'Cause most these niggas bad fruit
So my circle fruit loop
Run up on me i'll shoot
Louis V runners these ain't Loub's
You couldn't walk in my shoes
Don't be dumb, knockout his noodles
Think he got something to prove
Whipping up Amber all black, panther
Clips long, ladders
They smokin', they quitting the cancer
Ball like a Knick, and it's Kanter
Everyone looking for answers
Yeah them youngins just wrapped
The whole boat load
So much snow need a snow ball

Crossed the plug, hot sauce
Had to cut him off, they knock off
Had to pull up, drop top
Closed casket, can't open the top
Body bag, this ain't what he want
New racks, just left Saint Laurent
Jimmy Choo, baby, pick what you want
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah he's at Galicia
Ohh, mama mia we scoring like FIFA
Fifty rounds sing like he Bieber
Cold heart, dirty heater
Bussdown, I'm a walkin' freezer
In the trap, serve a nigga like Boston Pizza
Big bands, I don't swipe, Visa
She fucked me so good that I might keep her

Look at my neck, so much new freezer (ah)
Look at my wait, so much new heaters
(ah, lah) i run him down (lah, lah)
I hit him up with this new heater (ah)
What the fuck wrong with these peeons?
They don't know Why G a demon (i am)
My trap booming like IKEA (it is)
Pop a four two liters
I'ma pull up on these peeons (lah)
I bet he have a seizure
I'm hit him (ah, ah, ah) up with his nina
Yeah, 60 in my nina (ah) it's a glizza (ah)
(lah, lah, lah) and your son's my step son
Wass Gang, all we know is redruM
Circle your block with a big drum
She ate my dick (ah, ah) like it was orange
My habbad come from Austria
I wet him up like saliva, or a deep diver
Abaha wuss when you see me, ahh

Crossed the plug, hot sauce
Had to cut him off, they knock off
Had to pull up, drop top
Closed casket, can't open the top
Body bag, this ain't what he want
New racks, just left Saint Laurent
Jimmy Choo, baby, pick what you want
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah he's at Galicia
Ohh, mama mia we scoring like FIFA
Fifty rounds sing like he Bieber
Cold heart, dirty heater
Bussdown, I'm a walkin' freezer
In the trap, serve a nigga like Boston Pizza
Big bands, I don't swipe, Visa
She fucked me so good that I might keep her