No Hot Sauce

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
You need to calm down in your lyrics, all I spit is raw
Beat your partner ass like a lame, I can take his ass off
I just relapsed on that Lean, drank a whole jug of that raw
These kings playing on my team, take his ass off
I eat a nigga raw, no hot sauce
I knock your block Rapping these lyrics like it's 93 nigga, [?]
[?]
That death ro spent all the time
I fuck your hoe like the whole hood did [?]
These hoes can't [?], on 2 now like [?]
Send them [?], you niggas square like a pack of [?]
And I'm better than you with my flaws
Rob a nigga, no hot sauce
Sit up on the roof with a gun on top
Police [?]
TIP and me shoot, show us where your best at
[?] don't test that
[?] me and Shad [?]

[Chorus: Young Dro]
You need to calm down in your lyrics, all I spit is raw
Beat your partner ass like a lame, I can take his ass off
I just relapsed on that Lean, drank a whole jug of that raw
These kings playing on my team, take his ass off
I eat a nigga raw, no hot sauce
He don't even want no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw
He don't even want no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw
He don't even want no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw
He don't even need no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw

[Verse 2: Shad Da God]
Shad Da God!
Baby Glock hold 32
Make your face a convertable
I been working with that dirty, fool
Take your ass out like some dirty shoes
Look talk, big moves
[?]
We got it trapping, made it happen
Buy another spot, so the premises moved
Feat game, rocking Jimmy's and Luie's
Whip game, we in the [?] with straps
Told the bitch to send that to me, Glock and the bankroll sit in my lap
Up on the oney, fuck you now
Eh nigga, you shoot like [?]
I know where I'm at, don't need no map
Southside bitch, but I live in the trap
Ain't nothing round here wrented
[?] like a [?]
Flexing for my boy with a sentence
[?] finished

[Chorus: Young Dro]
You need to calm down in your lyrics, all I spit is raw
Beat your partner ass like a lame, I can take his ass off
I just relapsed on that Lean, drank a whole jug of that raw
These kings playing on my team, take his ass off
I eat a nigga raw, no hot sauce
He don't even want no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw
He don't even want no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw
He don't even want no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw
He don't even need no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw

[Verse 3: Young Dro]
Take your ass off, don't need a reasoning
Eat a nigga ass, no seasoning
Fuck a nigga ass, I bust a nigga ass, this shit here clear like [?]
That's why [?], flying on the flight
Man I be rhyming into the night
[?]
Tiger Woods promo clothes, no T-Ball
Kicking it wrong, blow your feet off
Now you can't walk
Shoot you in the mouth, now you can't talk
[?]
Ever since a child
Canabelism,, I was always munching on people
Tommy gun clip, I be dumping on people

[Chorus: Young Dro]
You need to calm down in your lyrics, all I spit is raw
Beat your partner ass like a lame, I can take his ass off
I just relapsed on that Lean, drank a whole jug of that raw
These kings playing on my team, take his ass off
I eat a nigga raw, no hot sauce
He don't even want no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw
He don't even want no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw
He don't even want no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw
He don't even need no hot sauce
Take his ass off, eat him raw