[Verse 1: Jay +]
Saucony all on my feet
Sauce dripping all on the beat
Saucony, no one competes
They perfect on every athlete
I sleep with em next to the bed
If I'm running I'm always ahead
Omni 15 since last summer
You see that they never lost tread
Saucony got the gang fitted
The best, and I got admit it
Pillow soft, weight feel just like a feather
Sauconys on while I'm counting my cheddar
Mom mad that I wore em to prom
Italian pair for the don
Every step I explode
So I can't accept nothing except number one
Saucony yo girl a mess
Made her a little obsessed
Who better? man give it a rest
Saucony footwear, them shoes is the best
Too much sauce I'm a fatso
Shoe game nuts, I'm a wacko
Shoe game nuts, in a nutshell
Challenging my swag and it won't end well
Wear em everyday, it's my work shoe
Wear em everyday, it's my go-to
Everun, I'm faster than I ever run
Everun, now I'm faster than everyone
And I can't fake like I'm surprised
Cause Nikes been feeding you lies
Seeking to run at my peak
Running form flow like that Creek
[Hook: Jay +, Z Daddy Ca$h, and Tsira]
I be rocking saucony
I got a lot of sauce on me (x4)
[Verse 2: Z Daddy Ca$h]
Tank top, short shorts, and the socks on me
And you know I kick it yeah I got that Saucony
Coming out the cut y’all ain’t never cropping me
I’m gettin lost up in it I got so much sauce on me
My wrist as icey as my weed is
Trichomes shine like diamonds and it’s seedless
I expand my mind I’m like a genius
And all these bitches out here love my...woah slow down there
Fuck that I’m speeding up y’all can see me on the track
I run fast so watch your back you just might get lapped
The gun blows and off we go and I open up the gap
Everyone knows how hard I flow when I’m writing up the rap
I grab the microphone don’t need no map I’m right at home
Don’t follow fads I make my own
I want it bad I’m in my zone
I got red eyes yes I am stoned and I am not gonna die unknown
I wanna die when I’m really high and I am sitting on a throne
I got the sauce drip drip post nasal
Put it in the pot and I’m whipping up the yeyo
Yeah I’m so fresh and this shit is never stale
And I smoke the best yeah I’m baked no day old
Come Mr. tallyman tally up the dough
Got a quo of that cali and I’m rollin up the dro
Party through the late night they might want the smoke
12 flash they lights then you know we going home
I’m running from the cops up in my Sauconys
They tryna get me caught up put a lock on me
All this for a little mushroom and some broccoli?
Man I’m pissed you ain’t never ever stopping me
I’m getting that economy I ain’t trying to starve
Im studying astronomy living among the stars
And they ain’t even onto me they don’t have any clues
And if they do then I get away in my NEW SHOOS
[Hook]x4
[Verse 3: Tsira]
Don’t talk to me about racing, you already lost it
You really wanna know why cause y’all niggas sauceless
See me on the track you know what I’m finna do
Your coach just died, he ain’t have sunglasses when he looked at my shoes
You about to lose, and you know it
I’m saucy like barbecue, and I show it
You don’t know how I do it, how I always win
You already know how it’s gonna go, so imma tell you how it went
Let’s take it back to the tenth grade
Mom like, “what you want for your birthday?”
Told her that I need a pair of new kicks
Cause at that time my shoe game wasn’t shit
Anything on my feet was just basic
Talking bout nikes, adidas and asics
Ain’t none of that footwear attract me
I’m tryna flex on some niggas at a track meet
And now they salty cause I’m saucy like some ravioli
Saucony’s on my feet, feel like I’m floating
Ain’t finna tell you where I got em, don’t ask me
And if we get to racing ain’t no way you finna pass me
Best believe the crowd scream when they hear me come around
When they view my shoes zoom soon as the gun sounds
Like “BANG” Goddang onomatopoeia
Looking saucy like a motherfucking pizza, BITCH
[Hook]x4
