Lyrics Hot Sauce - KXNG Crooked, Family Bvsiness

Hot Sauce

All my niggas got guns and shit
All my niggas sell drugs and shit
All my niggas a stylist and shit
Get a good career and still love this shit
Hot sauce, get a hot sauce, (Yeah)
Everybody got hot sauce (Yeah)
Old school’s with the tops off (Yeah)
Her hand hard with the box on, (Yeah)
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce, (Yah)
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' di rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
Yo drip they thought i was crazy, crazy
Thought I was crazy drazy aye
But I got the gravy-gravy
I’m Doctor Sebi aye, (Haha)
Got the secret in life nigga that’s why I’m wavy
I’m like Jesus Christ, 'cause when they try to slay me I’m strapped to a tee
Don’t try to play me (Pop, pop, pop,)
Flyest niggas is the.
with me (Ahh)
Fuck Bird Barry, Gucci, Fendi, (Yeah)
Bitch setter trendsetter never need a name branch to be trending
I’m dripped and swagged when I burst fire
I get to bag you’ll burst fire my bitch is bad like BaeBae’s I mean, «Holy Smokes»
All my niggas got guns and shit
All my niggas sell drugs and shit
All my niggas a stylist and shit
Get a good career and still love this shit
Hot sauce, get a hot sauce, (Yeah)
Everybody got hot sauce (Yeah)
Old school’s with the tops off (Yeah)
Her hand hard with the box on, (Yeah)
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce, (Yeah)
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
Hot sauce nigga hot sauce, (Yeah)
You don’t understand?
That’s squad talk, (Yeah)
I’m in the strip club with the bartender
I don’t need to drink to get topped off
We hold it down for the Golden State
We move around like we own the place
Outshine us?
They know they can’t
We clean just a fresh colded paint
I’ma repeat this 'cause I should
No matter where I go I’m good (Yep)
Even South Park knows Kenny always in the hood
Live the life without happening a thing (Yeah)
Uh, ain’t that a bitch?
I’ll batle you for the K. (Yeah uh)
I’ll be K battlerich
808's make the speakers huh?
Better future I just take a one
Then manifest it to my kingdom come melanin my skin drinks the sun
Getto dope I’m like Master-P hoe I’m getoed though
Huh pack of Cheetos, Red Rooster, that’s the key though
Half the world want my.
All my niggas got guns and shit
All my niggas sell drugs and shit
All my niggas a stylist and shit
Get a good career and still love this shit
Hot sauce, get a hot sauce, (Yeah)
Everybody got hot sauce (Yeah)
Old school’s with the tops off (Yeah)
Her hand hard with the box on, (Yeah)
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce, (Yeah)
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Born poor we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce