Spillin & Kickin

(album: In Sauce We Trust - 2015)

Sauce, Sauce, Sauce
(So you think you have the Greatest Kung-Fu)
DJ Vogue, Woah
(I know your master)
Sauce Gotti
(Let me show you who is the one)
Ohwee, GMB

Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Like Kung-Fu, Like Kung-fu
Sauce Kung-Fu, Red Bottom Shoes
Them Giuseppe's New, Michel Jordan too
Red Bottom Full, I'm Saucy

Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Like Kung-Fu, Like Kung-Fu
Sauce Kung-Fu, Red Bottom Shoes
Them Giuseppe's New, Michael Jordan too
Margiela, Fool

Spilling & Kicking that flavor, I'm Eddie Gordo
Pimping & sending the bitches
I just got payed off a torso
I want them matching Margielas
Give a fuck what they go for
I want that Su-Wu Bugatti
And a handgun that shoots arrows
Bitches think I'm Rambo
Never run out of ammo
My Bitches Ferragamo Sandals
Swear I'm hotter than a candle
I'm on fire, I'm raising the roof
Pimping bitches out the coupe
Kicking flavor like I'm cool
Hadouken, Ryu
All my bitches drip in two, That's True
No Lie, Call Me Sauce Leroy
Now the bitch choosing me
She got tired of a D-Boy
Balenciaga's on my feet
Drink dripping off my sweet
Ferragamo on my heat
Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring
I'm Saucy!

Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Like Kung-Fu, Like Kung-fu
Sauce Kung-Fu, Red Bottom Shoes
Them Giuseppe's New, Michel Jordan too
Red Bottom Full, I'm Saucy

Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Like Kung-Fu, Like Kung-Fu
Sauce Kung-Fu, Red Bottom Shoes
Them Giuseppe's New, Michael Jordan too
Margiela, Fool

Ohh, what it do?
I'm Kickin, Giuseppe, my shoes
My bitch Red Bottom, her Boots
I'm counting up lew
New 100's, they blue
This flavor I'm kicking, It's in me
These niggas they hate and they envy
I'm sipping on lean, not Henny
Your Bitch on my team, and we winning
I'm cooling, and counting my Benjies
I came from the Bottom
I Just want my team at the top
Young nigga, I'm straight off the block
For haters, keep Glocks
Ain't running from shit but some cops
They chase me, took all of my rocks
Fuck 12, my lil brother they shot
Kicking Shit with a bitch
Say, I'm Tryna get rich
I ain't here but to call it a guap
I'm counting money, I stay stunting
On a broke nigga that ain't got nothing
Cause I'm a young nigga that ain't had shit
And, had to grind up to get a little something
I stay hustling, I stay pumping
From Sunday, To Sunday
Cooking onions, counting Funyuns
Eating good while these niggas looking hungary

Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Like Kung-Fu, Like Kung-fu
Sauce Kung-Fu, Red Bottom Shoes
Them Giuseppe's New, Michel Jordan too
Red Bottom Full, I'm Saucy

Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Spilling & Kicking that flavor (I'm Dripin')
Spilling & Kicking that flavor
Like Kung-Fu, Like Kung-Fu
Sauce Kung-Fu, Red Bottom Shoes
Them Giuseppe's New, Michael Jordan too
Margiela, Fool