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zotiyac - hot sauce freestyle (ig snippet #53 ***2023 leak***) lyrics

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[chorus]
ayy, ayy, pull on the block, fire draco, let shots off
foenem ex out the plug, triple cross ’em like hot sauce
these f+ck n+ggas been stealing my flow, n+ggas knock+offs
while i’m with they b+tch gettin’ my rocks off
man these n+ggas be p+ssy when they come around me do not talk
let the glock pop off in this b+tch, it get ugly
empty that clip and don’t even spin the block again, f+ck it
n+gga, the f+ck is you saying?
what sport is we playin’? my n+ggas get buckets
n+gga stupid as f+ck, 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, f+ck that sh+t out the lot, i just sped out
i was finna f+ck, but i’m just gettin’ head now
i bust a nut and i prolly go to bed now

[verse]
slide in that car and i’m cutting the lights out
i’m in that mood, k!ll a f+ck n+gga, right now
with no ccw, don’t give no f+ck ’bout that sh+t i conceal, i’m whippin’ my pipe out
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
how the f+ck n+gga die and he can’t even laugh now?
it don’t make no sense, how many shots that we sent?
got ’em like, “f+ck is that sound?”
shots out the ‘vette, 762 big bullets f+ck ’round and just pop out his neck
n+gga get rushed to the hospital tryna put oxygen inside his chest
but he ain’t even got none left, he ain’t even got none left
this b+tch 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 n+gga if it’s not one left
you can hold one n+gga if i got one left
i’ma ho that b+tch if she waste my time, and it’s coming with interest when i see her next
if the message he sent was a threat, it ain’t read
if he talking online then he gotta see tec’s
n+gga gotta meet god, n+gga gotta get shred
boy, i bet his side burn, clip to the side of the head
lil’ yac the ripper, i be drankin’ on dope, i don’t do too much liquor
hit a n+gga with that scope, put his ass on a picture
all the blood out that boy, we could fill up a pitcher
[chorus]
ayy, ayy, pull on the block fire draco let shots off
foenem ex out the plug, triple cross ’em like hot sauce
these f+ck n+ggas been stealing my flow, n+ggas knock+offs
while i’m with they b+tch gettin’ my rocks off
man these n+ggas be p+ssy when they come around me do not talk
let the glock pop off in this b+tch, it get ugly
empty that clip and don’t even spin the block again, f+ck it
n+gga, the f+ck is you saying?
what sport is we playin’? my n+ggas get buckets
n+gga stupid as f+ck, 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, f+ck that sh+t out the lot, i just sped out
i was finna f+ck, but i’m just gettin’ head now
i bust a nut and i prolly go to bed now



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