LYRIC FOR SALE

By McKinna Williams

(INTRO)
Yeah, right.
Me and my girls? Red peppers.
And you—you, honey?
Just a plain-ass chicken.

(VERSE 1)
In my new whip
Just to blow you a kiss
Better act thankful for all of this
Or get dismissed real quick
Pull up lookin’ the meanest
Me and my girls some bitter bitches
Careful when you roll with us
Better have our best interests

(PRE-CHORUS)
Ooh, with all this hot sauce
You gon’ drop down, beg for it
Fresh set, gloss drip
Ain’t no dollar-store counterfeit
These two-hundred-dollar shoes
Got broke boys actin’ foolish
(CHLOE ROCKS THEM SEXY PLATFORM BOOTS!)
Lookin’ juicy like forbidden fruit

(CHORUS)
All this hot sauce
Make the fake hoes get lost
Stuntin’ in these clothes
Yeah, murder she wrote
Got a grip on what we got?
Me and my girls thankin’ God
Fresh nails, sharp claws
Baby, this is hot sauce

(VERSE 2)
All this hot-hot sauce?
Nah, you don’t know what I’m on
Mind your business
My whole vibe too vicious
“Oh, that ass?” Yeah, fitness
No, I don’t need your witness
And I ain’t your last girl
I’m the upgrade in your world

(CHORUS)
Ooh, with all this hot sauce
You gon’ wanna taste danger
We don’t do hit-me-up
Two A.M. behavior
All this hot sauce
Got your whole crew obsessed
Red pepper girlies
Yeah, we hotter than the rest

(BRIDGE)
My ex like: “Damn, I miss this.”
Too bad, you lost your privilege
Red pepper girls might spare you
But baby, can you compare to—
ALL THIS HOT SAUCE?
Got your man swipin’ cards off
Whole squad fire, no pause
You just got hot-sauced

(FINAL CHORUS)
H-HOT SAUCED
H-HOT SAUCED
BITCH, ARE YOU LOST?
Get a grip, Lonnie’s the boss
(Spoken)
“Haha… wait, she really thought she ate?”

(OUTRO)
Girlies…
Are you red pepper ready yet?