Hit The Ground Running by Sauce Lyrics
[Intro: Sauce]
Hola...
[Verse 1: Sauce]
He roll a swisher, write a scripture
Paint a vivid picture of the industry he’s entered
Type of shit he dish you, harder than a shot of liquor
Every verse he hiccup leave the game a little rendered
Broken fender on his vehicle they see at school
Old J’s same Hanes make the lames say he ain’t cool
Fuck em’...
And his homies say duck em
And when they all come rushing, you can flush em’
When you toilet bowl stunting
Shittin’ on em’ like it’s nothing
On the verge of combusting
All them dollars you can go spend
You can throw it at they girlfriends
Chuckle at they low ends
Because you failing makes no sense
They unaware? You shouldn't care
Swear they’ll get with the program
From the jump that was your plan
Then he dappin’ up his broham
Telling him fasho fam
Real shit on that deal tip
And anybody on a come up got to feel this
Pay dues, make moves his agenda
His engineer mix it like a blender
No contender
[Chorus: Sauce]
When I wake up
I be thinking bout money
I wave hi haters
While I’m counting out twenties
That fire I break up
It got my head feeling funny
I’ll stack my cake up
And then I hit the ground running
[Verse 2: Sauce]
As the fall turn to winter
Sandwiches for dinner make an appetite for winners
Room renter, no mortgage or money from a lender
Spent it on tuition in November
Y’all about a last limb
Fake flashing will get them bitches laughing
When they pass him, but they don’t ever ask then
Say he stacking, but he ain’t had no cash since
Like way back when
Same reason that he wave that pen
Write a verse up in the den until he in that ten
Made a vow to not forget thy kin
So while he fucking her his homeboys going to fuck her friends
It’s all gangsta’, tell you that he’d like to thank ya’
And hold him down like an anchor
Old news, new news
It’s the same stuff
All you hear is that he came up
He’d say what?
[Chorus: Sauce]
When I wake up
I be thinking bout’ money
I wave hi haters
While I’m counting out twenties
That fire I break up
It got my head feeling funny
I’ll stack my cake up
And then I hit the ground running
Hola...
[Verse 1: Sauce]
He roll a swisher, write a scripture
Paint a vivid picture of the industry he’s entered
Type of shit he dish you, harder than a shot of liquor
Every verse he hiccup leave the game a little rendered
Broken fender on his vehicle they see at school
Old J’s same Hanes make the lames say he ain’t cool
Fuck em’...
And his homies say duck em
And when they all come rushing, you can flush em’
When you toilet bowl stunting
Shittin’ on em’ like it’s nothing
On the verge of combusting
All them dollars you can go spend
You can throw it at they girlfriends
Chuckle at they low ends
Because you failing makes no sense
They unaware? You shouldn't care
Swear they’ll get with the program
From the jump that was your plan
Then he dappin’ up his broham
Telling him fasho fam
Real shit on that deal tip
And anybody on a come up got to feel this
Pay dues, make moves his agenda
His engineer mix it like a blender
No contender
[Chorus: Sauce]
When I wake up
I be thinking bout money
I wave hi haters
While I’m counting out twenties
That fire I break up
It got my head feeling funny
I’ll stack my cake up
And then I hit the ground running
[Verse 2: Sauce]
As the fall turn to winter
Sandwiches for dinner make an appetite for winners
Room renter, no mortgage or money from a lender
Spent it on tuition in November
Y’all about a last limb
Fake flashing will get them bitches laughing
When they pass him, but they don’t ever ask then
Say he stacking, but he ain’t had no cash since
Like way back when
Same reason that he wave that pen
Write a verse up in the den until he in that ten
Made a vow to not forget thy kin
So while he fucking her his homeboys going to fuck her friends
It’s all gangsta’, tell you that he’d like to thank ya’
And hold him down like an anchor
Old news, new news
It’s the same stuff
All you hear is that he came up
He’d say what?
[Chorus: Sauce]
When I wake up
I be thinking bout’ money
I wave hi haters
While I’m counting out twenties
That fire I break up
It got my head feeling funny
I’ll stack my cake up
And then I hit the ground running