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relatives collective - sriracha lyrics

[intro: young friend]
ayo, sean evans
put us on “hot ones”, b-tch

[verse 1: treeboi woods]
pullin’ up, i got the homies in the backseat
i leave the shotgun free, that’s the hotseat
and when the kicks just k!ll i’m a deadbeat
we keep runnin this sh-t, won’t catch me
outside like bregoli
finna blow up offa talkin’ too much
when you shoot your shots
and the sh-t dont hit
tryna score too big
then you know im the goalie, yeah
i’m sippin the sauce out the bottle, yeah
spittin the spiciest after i swallow
that p-ssy be straight habanero
yeah my b-tch aphrodite
and i be apollo

[chorus: treeboi woods]
yeah im feisty, homies tryna fight me
swervin’ on a hype beast, sippin’ on an ice tea
yeah ya boi got ice, but he spicy
yeah ya boi too nice, but he spicy
yeah im feisty, homies tryna fight me
swervin’ on a hype beast, sippin’ on an ice tea
yeah ya boi got ice, but he spicy
yeah ya boi too nice, but he spicy

[verse 2: bentayman]
tayman for real
yeh yeh yeh yeh
fake scotts, gotta deal
yeh yeh yeh yeh
going planck temp’ kelvin
yeh yeh yeh
no chill, sean evans
yeh yeh yeh
high high scoville
yeh yeh yeh
baka ja nai
yeh yeh yeh yeh
smash ultimo styll
bai yeh
no chill, sakurai
yeh!

[verse 3: blaike]
quick like forrest, i’m floorin’ it, going for it
no telling if i’m gonna stop, born for it
it’s like i gotta sickness or a habit, contagious, spread like infection
you wanna be clean like this, on fleek like this, real g type sh-t uh-
you ain’t never be like us
that booty so voluptuous

[verse 4: young friend]
i’m a big dog with a jaw like a pit-bull
say hi to the wrist, get a fistful
scovilles on a billion
500k in a day, half a million
i don’t wanna impress, imma invest
what’s your interest?
this is intense, do i make sense?
nah
imma tell you all the rest now (like)
when you rap it’s a let down
hit infinity, really in my vicinity
really? like are you kidding me?
uppercase thug, you a little g
godd-mn and you k!llin me
i’m the man i told ya
carhartt pants with pockets soldier
i know ya never made a hit like this
jalapeño, habenero
i’m deniro in taxi driver
i’m skurt that thang, and i’m p-ssin by ya
godd-mn imma murder dem’
oh you rap? and your crew?
never heard a dem’
never, never, never never heard of them
never, never, never never heard of them

[verse 5: spencer brow]
oven too hot god d-mn, uh
life hard livin’ in the flame, girl
love them burns on my hands, d-mn
we gon’ burn these pans baby

[verse 6: gabe hendry]
you better watch the f-ck out i might just pull up and wash my d-ck in your sink
everybody plan to live till they head pop off
everybody duckin’ 12 till they see the cops
everybody in the function got they bread all wrong
everybody in the party outta luck
got an addiction to kissing my b-tch
you b-tches are stringent with all of your sh-t
your hits are weak, your tracks are whack
i’m dodgin’ the case, put your head on the pave
got an addiction to kissing my b-tch
you b-tches are stringent with all of your sh-t
your hits are weak, your tracks are whack
i’m dodgin’ the case, put your head on the pave

[outro: spencer brow, young friend, smopez]
spicy lovin’, i just wanna turn it up a notch
i got ovens, frying pans
love how you can make it hot, baby
spicy lovin’, i just wanna turn it up a notch
(gimme hot, gimme hot like sriracha)
(when it’s hot, when it’s hot call the doctor)
i got ovens, frying pans
(and i put the hot sauce in my pasta)
love how you can make it hot, baby
(gimme hot, gimme hot like sriracha)
gimme hot, gimme hot like sriracha
when it’s hot, when it’s hot call the doctor
and i put the hot sauce in my pasta
really hot, really hot like sriracha
ah
ahh
ahhhhhhh

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