Q. Allanz - That Sauce lyrics

[Intro] I was gonna say something nice before the beat start And dedicate this song to my high school sweetheart, but naw [1st verse] They told me, game is to ve sold not told And if you tell it right, you'll have plenty money to fold That stucc with me and grew within me like mold So fresh and clean like a pimp in his Rolls But I gotta stay cautious and gotta stay quicc on my toes 'Cuz I'm in an era where everyone cliccs on their foes Vampires will bite you, mafias body snatch you Little kids will stab you and drive-bys is natural Oh, we ain't been properly introduced Pull up a chair and let me learn you 'bout my in cahoots Ain't nothing weak in me, I speak indeed Hurricane tongue, watch me flood the streets Weapons of choice, my instrumentals, set and my voice My name and my ghetto, I'ma rep it with force Put the pedal to the metal like I'm pushin' a Porsche The only reason I'm at number one, I didn't want forth, hear me [Chorus] Hype, I'm finna blow your mind I put in work with the overtime It's good, take it off the stove and try So, when they ask you, you can tell 'em, I got that sauce Hype, I'm finna blow your mind I put in work with the overtime I stir it up and make it so divine So, when they ask you, you can tell 'em, I got that sauce [2nd verse] I know you heard I used to niccel and dime Ditchin' pigs, carrying pistols, staying addicted to crime In the studio trying to get rich from spitting these lines Yeah, I'm sicc with this gangsta sh**, but I'm sicc with these rhymes Some of y'all was probably hoping that I'd fall off my grind Well, I guess the joke's on you, 'cuz I'm doing fine I had to spread the word, game thiccer than Heinz No more delaying the movement, this is my time On tour, making improvements, fixing to shine On floors, making 'em groove it, twistin' and slidin' So raw, I got the stripes of a tiger The swat of a bear, but the heart of a lion My thoughts and my prayers made me a pure rider With spark and a glare like you're starting your lighters My swagger ain't nothing to brag of But put in a line with 10 men and see if they match up [Chorus] [3rd verse] I woudn't fight you over a piece of tuna 'Cuz I don't wear a cape and got small cojones Now you can try that nice guy maneuver And get your whole grill knocced out, that's the rules, bruh It's hood hot, yeah I know homies that su-woop But they know that Q shoots and grooves with the blue group Make d** and bend corners in new coupes Shoot dice and move nice on state troops If you can't hear me coming, bet you can feel it I'm finna get in the building and renovate the whole picture Giving 'em nothing but realness I don't deal with the sorrow Live my life to the fullest 'cuz I ain't promised tomorrow So I, drink until I'm drunk and shroom till I fade And fucc b**hes like I never heard of pregnancy or aids It ain't over till I take ecstasy on stage And when I die, in the hood, my legacy's engraved [Chorus] 2x In the morning, when I awaken First thing I do is put on my apron (I got that sauce) Well done, you ain't gotta season it These succas wanna steal my ingredients (I got that sauce) Well, a little smarts, game and weaponry That should ve the perfect recipe (I got that sauce) When I'm done, I'm gonna make it sound harder The difference will make your mouth water (I got that sauce)