Young Dro — 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