Hot sauce
Young And Dumb Lyrics


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(Straight off the top)
M.A bring them hoes out
Redlyfe bring them poles out

Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
I'm already sipping
Got five voicemails, I just left the brib
And my bitch, she already tripping
Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I'm like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
Puff puff drink, I don't wanna think
Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait
I'm in another zone, I'm in another zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain't going home
Ain't got time for this shit (I don't got time for this shit)
I ain't got time for this bitch (I don't got time for this bitch)
Throwing ones like money grow on trees
So when I look down all I see is green
Never look for love in the strip club
Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl
Where you think you going with that big butt?
Brown water sippin' in that big cup
My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts
Chill dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the only one with a gun, guy
My hitters like shootin' shit for fun, guy
Head shot, hit the boy one time
Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense
I used to bag the work in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a walkthrough
If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to
While they making disses I'm just making hits
'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't make no sense
This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
But I just can't relate 'cause that's what lames do
Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the park like I'm Babe Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I'm pretty though
Bring that Hilfiger back and I'm jiggy though
Niggas know I'm hot but they envy though
Oh well, at least my bitch is with me ho
This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when they put this on
Owww, that's the thot call
OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce
My guys don't talk, they just pop off
If a thot tryna front, she'll get dropped off
My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off
I'm in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on
Doin' 95 just to piss a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
Bitch I got that hot sauce
I'm so NY with these Timbs on
And shoutout to the girls who don't wear sew-ins
'Cause it's all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You don't got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a knockoff
Fuck around boy and get your top knocked off
Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
And you know this the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on 'em
Yeah we bop, I'mma bop, I'mma bop on 'em
OOOUUU
Yeah we got that hot sauce
But you niggas got no hot sauce
This the type of beat I can bop on
I need a quick thot that can top off
This the year that I really get my guap on
And you know the whole game, I got a lock on
It's Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
Redlyfe got that hot sauce
Shawty you don't got no hot sauce
Nah, you don't got no hot sauce




You don't got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got them hot sauce

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Hot Sauce" by Young And Dumb depict a night out at the club, filled with drinking, smoking, and enjoying the company of friends. The song starts with the artist mentioning bringing along an entourage of attractive women and armed friends from the Redlyfe crew. The singer is in a party mood, arriving at the club with a bottle of Henny and already feeling the effects of alcohol. Despite receiving voicemails and facing relationship troubles, Young And Dumb prefers to live in the moment, seeking solace in smoking marijuana and enjoying the night.


The lyrics also touch upon the artist's disregard for groupies wanting pictures and his detachment from a romantic relationship, emphasizing his desire to stay in a carefree state of mind. The club atmosphere is further described by the mention of throwing money around and the temptation of falling for one of the bartenders. Young And Dumb asserts his bravado, declaring himself armed and reminding others not to bring nonsense to Brooklyn.


The song also includes references to Young And Dumb's rise in the music industry, contrasting his success with those who make empty disses. He portrays himself as strategic and focused on making hits that generate income. The lyrics highlight his self-confidence, mentioning a girl with a "big butt" and comparing her to Babe Ruth, implying his prowess in bed. The second verse continues with Young And Dumb boasting about his style, success, and loyalty from his partner, who enjoys the song and wears Birkenstock shoes.


Line by Line Meaning

(Straight off the top)
Starting right away, without hesitation


M.A bring them hoes out
Young M.A attracts a lot of women


Redlyfe bring them poles out
The members of Redlyfe bring out their weapons


Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
Arriving at the club with a bottle of Hennessy in hand


I'm already sipping
I am already drinking alcohol


Got five voicemails, I just left the bribe
Received five missed calls after leaving the bribe


And my bitch, she already tripping
And my girlfriend is already upset


Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
Blu rolled a marijuana cigarette and asks if I am okay


I'm like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
I respond, "no, let me smoke it"


Puff puff drink, I don't wanna think
Smoke and drink to avoid thinking about my problems


Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait
Fans who are interested in me need to be patient


I'm in another zone, I'm in another zone
I am in a different state of mind, not fully present


My girl getting on my nerves, I ain't going home
My girlfriend is irritating me, so I don't want to go home


Ain't got time for this shit (I don't got time for this shit)
I don't have time for this nonsense


I ain't got time for this bitch (I don't got time for this bitch)
I don't have time for this woman


Throwing ones like money grow on trees
Throwing money around without care


So when I look down all I see is green
When I look at the ground, all I see is money


Never look for love in the strip club
Do not seek love or meaningful relationships in a strip club


Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
Where the bartenders show me affection, but hold on


Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl
Wait a moment, turn around, tssk, girl


Where you think you going with that big butt?
Where do you think you're going with that prominent buttocks?


Brown water sippin' in that big cup
Drinking dark-colored liquor in a large cup


My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts
My friend Bottle only rolls large marijuana cigarettes


Chill dude, you are not a tough guy
Calm down, you are not actually tough


Not the only one with a gun, guy
There are other people who possess guns too


My hitters like shootin' shit for fun, guy
My associates enjoy shooting things for entertainment


Head shot, hit the boy one time
Aiming for the head, striking the person once


Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense
Don't bring that stupidity to Brooklyn


I used to bag the work in them apartments
I used to package drugs in those apartments


Now I get a bag for a walkthrough
Now I receive payment for making appearances


If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to
If you want to hire me, speak to Big Savage


While they making disses I'm just making hits
While others are creating insults, I am creating popular songs


'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't make no sense
Because if it doesn't generate money, it is not worthwhile


This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
This is a strategic game, not a simple one, understand the game, man


But I just can't relate 'cause that's what lames do
But I can't understand because only boring people do that


Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth
Attractive woman with a brown complexion, resembling Babe Ruth


She let me hit it out the park like I'm Babe Ruth
She allows me to have sex with her perfectly like Babe Ruth hits a baseball


Then I hit my dougie, ooh I'm pretty though
Then I perform my dance move, oh, I'm attractive though


Bring that Hilfiger back and I'm jiggy though
Bring back that Hilfiger fashion and I'll be stylish


Niggas know I'm hot but they envy though
People recognize that I am successful, but they feel jealous


Oh well, at least my bitch is with me ho
Well, at least my girlfriend is with me


This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
This is her favorite song, she really enjoys it (OOOUUU)


She get in her Birk when they put this on
She gets excited and dances when they play this song


Owww, that's the thot call
Owww, that's when the promiscuous woman contacts me


OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce
OOOUUU, the girl has a lot of swagger and confidence


My guys don't talk, they just pop off
My friends don't waste time talking, they take action


If a thot tryna front, she'll get dropped off
If a promiscuous woman tries to act superior, she will be abandoned


My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off
My friend Sav is driving a convertible Porsche


I'm in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on
I am in an Audi wearing slippers and socks


Doin' 95 just to piss a cop off
Driving at 95 mph just to annoy a police officer


Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
Then I arrive at your neighborhood and disturb your entire area (sound effect)


Bitch I got that hot sauce
I possess a confident and compelling persona


I'm so NY with these Timbs on
I represent New York with my styled Timberland boots


And shoutout to the girls who don't wear sew-ins
And appreciation to the women who do not wear sewn-in hair extensions


'Cause it's all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
Because it's all about my women wearing wigs, they have style and confidence (OOOUUU)


You don't got no hot sauce
You lack the swagger and confidence I possess


You are not hot, you a knockoff
You are not attractive, you are a cheap imitation


Fuck around boy and get your top knocked off
Engage in foolish behavior, and you will endure severe consequences


Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
Those promiscuous women are eager to engage in violence


And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
And the members of Redlyfe, yes, they engage in violence


And you know this the beat I can bop on
And you know this is the type of beat I can dance to


Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on 'em
Yes, we dance, New York City dances to it


Yeah we bop, I'mma bop, I'mma bop on 'em
Yes, we dance, I am going to dance to it


OOOUUU
A sound effect expressing excitement or approval


Yeah we got that hot sauce
Yes, we possess swagger and confidence


But you niggas got no hot sauce
But you guys lack swagger and confidence


This the type of beat I can bop on
This is the kind of music that makes me want to dance


I need a quick thot that can top off
I am looking for a promiscuous woman who can perform oral sex


This the year that I really get my guap on
This is the year I will focus on making more money


And you know the whole game, I got a lock on
And you know I have complete control over the entire industry


It's Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
It's Young M.A and Redlyfe, we are confident and have swagger


Redlyfe got that hot sauce
Redlyfe possesses a lot of swagger and confidence


Shawty you don't got no hot sauce
Girl, you lack the swagger and confidence we have


Nah, you don't got no hot sauce
No, you do not possess swagger and confidence


You don't got no hot sauce
You lack the swagger and confidence we possess


Them Redlyfe niggas got them hot sauce
The members of Redlyfe possess a lot of swagger and confidence




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Written by: James Hamilton Watson, Katorah Marrero

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