Hot Sauce Freestyle

[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 fuck niggas been stealing my flow, niggas knock-offs (Fuck nigga)
While I'm with they bitch gettin' my rocks off
Man these niggas be pussy when they come around me do not talk (Be silent, ayy)
Let the Glock pop off in this bitch, it get ugly
Empty that clip and don't even spin the block again, fuck it (Skrrt)
Nigga, the fuck is you saying?
What sport is we playin'? My niggas get buckets
Nigga stupid as fuck, 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, fuck that shit out the lot, I just sped out (Skrrt)
I was finna fuck, 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 fuck nigga, right now (Yup)
With no CCW, don't give no fuck 'bout that shit 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 fuck nigga 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, "Fuck is that sound?" (Yeah)
Shots out the 'Vette (Ayy), 762 big bullets fuck 'round and just pop out his neck
Nigga 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 bitch 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 nigga if it's not one left (Yeah, top gun)
You can hold one nigga if I got one left
I'ma ho that bitch 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
Nigga gotta meet God, nigga 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 nigga 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 fuck niggas been stealing my flow, niggas knock-offs
While I'm with they bitch gettin' my rocks off
Man these niggas be pussy when they come around me do not talk
Let the Glock pop off in this bitch, it get ugly
Empty that clip and don't even spin the block again, fuck it
Nigga, the fuck is you saying? (Ayy)
What sport is we playin'? My niggas get buckets
Nigga stupid as fuck, 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, fuck that shit out the lot, I just sped out
I was finna fuck, but I'm just gettin' head now
I bust a nut and I prolly go to bed now
Ayy, the fuck, ayy

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