VERSE 1 [Postell]
Eggs over easy, bacon in the frying pan
Bourbon in my coffee, cocktails with Vicodins
The Black Dolph Lungren. I play the villain, man
Pussy in abundance. Welcome to the Lion’s Den
ROAWR!!! They run at the mere sight of him
Your favorite emcee’s gettin’ sonned like I sired them
My girl RASPY, take out hoes like firemen
Without the hydrants, like Chaka Demus and Pliers (DAMN!)
It’s murder she wrote, you heard I’ma GOAT
The proof is in every _____ word I emote
Shout to the Chevy Rydah - my nigga NOTE
And B-Side. Select Personnel - we ain’t a joke!
Find me in London with my crew G, J, and Jax
Three shows today, one on the way, tell your hoe relax
The Retar’s (aka The Rap Pack) still be rippin’ raw raps
Tearin’ down your goals like the Magic or LSU Shaq
First here and the last to leave
Hustle hard like a got a hundred mouths the feed
Or a hundred keys / I need some pussy, dear
On your period? I don’t care, bitch, Let It Bleed
Like a Rolling Stones album
Or the outcome in Bed-Stuy when the cops be profilin’
Wanna call my bluff? Keep dialin’
Tryin’ to change the game with that lame shit? You wildin’!


CHORUS 1
Vodka bottles / Bloody Mary’s gettin’ topped off
Dope beats for breakfast...Don’t forget the Hot Sauce
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce


VERSE 2 [Postell]
Ain’t it bizarro
So much to live for but rap like there’s no tomorrow
Styles upon styles, I got flows you can borrow
Save the best for Soul, my nephew, and his little bro Taro
Plus my baby boi Otis
I’m buildin’ on a legacy, if y’all didn’t notice
Fillin’ up seats with fans - That includes my opponents
And givin’ niggas tickets like these cops fill up quotas
I’d rather that than glock bullets
Black Lives Matter till one of these scaredy cops pull it
And lives shatter. Politicians actin’ reckless
That’s why I tell my homies, “Dudes, finish your breakfast!”


VERSE 3 [NOTE]
One time for your muthafuckin’ mind
Two timing-ass hoes as my friends, I run it back and begin
I cop a squat up in the booth and start confessin’ my sins
Full clip is extend though - what I’m gon’ pretend fo’
Make a bitch move her head up and down like cresendo
That’s the point I climax. Sharpen the battle ax
The Black Paul Bunyan, swingin’ at your neck nigga (Check me!)
Bitches talkin’ greezy cuz they hate me but respect me
It’s a fine line, manage my shine like a jewelry store owner
The Devil knows you’re dead and you're a goner
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce on my scrambled with cheese
I’m flippin’ hoes with a spatula at 30 degrees
It’s too cold, cold, cold, cold
It’s too cold, cold, cold, cold
It’s too cold!


CHORUS 2
Poached eggs benedict, make sure the yolks soft
Mimosas chased with manischewitz - Mazoltuv!
More bottles of prosecco. Fuck the cost
Stomach stuffed to the summit, lookin’ like Rick Ross

Glazed donuts filled up with foie gras
A bowl of Molly’s while I’m jammin’ to Luther Vandross
Kale banana smoothie, buns with a hot cross
Dope beats for breakfast...Don’t forget the Hot Sauce
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t you dare forget it

OUTRO [Otis Pringle]
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce!