GMB - Spillin' & Kickin' lyrics

[Intro: Sauce Walka] 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 [Hook: Sauce Walka] Spillin' & Kickin' that flavor (I'm Dripin') Spillin' & Kickin' that flavor Spillin' & Kickin' that flavor (I'm Dripin') Spillin' & Kickin' 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 Spillin' & Kickin' that flavor (I'm Dripin') Spillin' & Kickin' that flavor Spillin' & Kickin' that flavor (I'm Dripin') Spillin' & Kickin' that flavor Like Kung-Fu, Like Kung-Fu Sauce Kung-Fu, Red Bottom Shoes Them Giuseppe's New, Michael Jordan too Margiela, Fool [Verse 1: Sauce Twinz (Sauce Walka)] Spillin' & Kickin' that flavor, I'm Eddie Gordo Pimping & sending the b**hes I just got payed off a torso I want them matching Margielas Give a f** what they go for I want that Su-Wu Bugatti And a handgun that shoots arrows b**hes think I'm Rambo Never run out of ammo My b**hes Ferragamo Sandals Swear I'm hotter than a candle I'm on fire, I'm raising the roof Pimping b**hes out the coupe Kickin' flavor like I'm cool Hadouken, Ryu All my b**hes drip in two, That's True No Lie, Call Me Sauce Leroy Now the b**h 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! [Hook] [Verse 2: Sosamann] Ohh, what it do? I'm Kickin, Giuseppe, my shoes My b**h Red Bottom, her Boots I'm counting up lew New 100's, they blue This flavor I'm kickin', It's in me These n***as they hate and they envy I'm sipping on lean, not Henny Your b**h 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 n***a, I'm straight off the block For haters, keep Glocks Ain't running from sh** but some cops They chase me, took all of my rocks f** 12, my lil brother they shot Kickin' sh** with a b**h 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 n***a that ain't got nothing Cause I'm a young n***a that ain't had sh** 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 n***as looking hungary [Hook]