Hot Sauce Burna Bandz (Ft. Why G)

[Intro]
AYE! AYE!
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Crossed the plug, hot sauce
Had to cut him off, they knock off
Had to pull up, drop top
Closed casket, can't open the top
Body bag, this ain't what he want
New racks, just left Saint Laurent
Jimmy Choo, baby, pick what you want
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He's at Galicia
Ohh, mama mia
We scoring like FIFA
Fifty rounds sing like he Bieber
Cold heart, dirty heater
Bussdown, I'm a walkin' freezer
In the trap, serve a nigga like Boston Pizza
Big bands, I don't swipe, Visa
She fucked me so good that I might keep her

[Verse 1]
Riding 'round in my two seater
With a bad bitch, hold my new heater
Drop the top, it's a coupe
So everything brand new
Know some young niggas, they go dumb, nigga
Come and hit you out the blue
Cook a nigga like stew
And act like they ain't never knew
I be on my P&Q's
'Cause most these niggas bad fruit
So my circle fruit loop
Run up on me i'll shoot
Louis V runners these ain't Loub's
You couldn't walk in my shoes
Don't be dumb, knockout his noodles
Think he got something to prove
Whipping up Amber
All black, panther
Clips long, ladders
They smokin', they quitting the cancer
Ball like a Knick, and it's Kanter
Everyone looking for answers
Yeah them youngins just wrapped the whole boat load
So much snow need a snow ball