Sauce Walk
Bandhunta Izzy Lyrics
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GG, like I stutter (Gucci)
Shawty real fat and she look good
But she don't keep it real, I don't want her
You a lollipop, boy you a sucker (you a bitch)
Bitch I'm drippin' like I'm made out of water
I would give you my bitch as a gift but
High maitence, I don't think you could afford her
Told him it was lean but I sold him Robutussin
I'm sippin', better go check on your baby
Fucked your baby mama in the stomach while she pregnant
Slicker than a bitch so you better take good caution
Hole in his head, turn a nigga to a dolphin
Clips that I got sound like I'm at an auction
Thirty, fifty, a hundred what I'm flockin'
Designer what I'm rockin', and your bitch love it
Give her good dick, beat it up like she punished
You kiss her on the lips, boy you a trip
Her lips like a target when I say I'm cumming
I'm saucing, skrrt, I'ma scrape the pot
In the kitchen, whippin' 'til it lock up
And I got a thirty on me, get mopped up
Boy you really so tender, you is not tough
Foreign on my feet, they is not J's
Whippin' on the pots, they is not slaves
Frames on face, they is not Rays
Got girls kissing girls, they is not gay
Fifty on my glizzy, I'm marching
'Cause I'm walking with a drum and I'm starting
Yeah bitch, when I'm shooting I ain't on the bench
Not hooping, got the rocket like I'm Harden
Sauce walk, walkin' on the scene and I'm saucin'
Sauce drippin' every time a young nigga walk in
Drippin' like a faucet, we don't do no talkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Sauce walk, walkin' on the scene and I'm saucin'
Sauce drippin' every time a young nigga walk in
Drippin' like a faucet, we don't do no talkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Drippin' like a faucet, we don't do no talkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Drippin' like a faucet, we don't do no talkin'
I just started up my day and I'm pourin' up a cup
Fuck it, nigga I be geeked up
I remember I was out on the block, totin'
So you better not creep up
And your bitch on my line keep talkin' 'bout nothin'
You love me? what? you're geekin'
I remember I was dead broke, nigga I was hungry
Now a young nigga eatin'
Drippin', better take a note, pay attention
Glock twenty-six with a thirty clip extension
Gucci on my shoulder for whole 'nother biscuit
Left pocket full of blue hundreds, I'm crippin'
Whippin', whippin' on the pot like a foreign (skrrt)
Whippin' in the foreign like I stole it (skrrt skrrt)
Whip you with a goddamn Gucci belt
I was whippin' up the ready when I sold it
Sauce walk, walkin' on the scene and I'm saucin'
Sauce drippin' every time a young nigga walk in
Drippin' like a faucet, we don't do no talkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Sauce walk, walkin' on the scene and I'm saucin'
Sauce drippin' every time a young nigga walk in
Drippin' like a faucet, we don't do no talkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Drippin' like a faucet, we don't do no talkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Drippin' like a faucet, we don't do no talkin'
The lyrics to Bandhunta Izzy's "Sauce Walk" describe the rapper's confidence and wealth as he walks into a room "saucin'" or dripping in designer clothing and accessories. He boasts about his Gucci belts, expensive Italian chains, and foreign cars. He also mentions his sexual exploits, such as having sex with a pregnant woman and having girls kiss each other. Furthermore, he talks about his criminal activities in selling drugs and using guns as he continues to be "saucin'." The chorus repeats the idea of "sauce drippin'" as a metaphor for his cool and confident demeanor, and how he doesn't need to talk about it because it's already visible.
The lyrics in "Sauce Walk" reveal the attitude and lifestyle of many young rappers in the contemporary hip-hop music scene. They prioritize wealth, fame, and ostentatious displays of material possessions, as well as tough and aggressive masculinity. Bandhunta Izzy's lyrics express his desire to attain and show off his status, and to do so in a way that is colorful, provocative, and sometimes violent. This song can be seen as an example of the "saucin'" or the drip culture, where wearing designer clothes and accessories is seen as a sign of success and prosperity.
Line by Line Meaning
What I got around my waist come from Italy
My belt is from Italy.
GG, like I stutter (Gucci)
I stuttered on 'Gucci'; it's my favorite brand.
Shawty real fat and she look good
That girl is really thick and attractive.
But she don't keep it real, I don't want her
I don't want a girl who doesn't keep it real.
You a lollipop, boy you a sucker (you a bitch)
You're a sucker; you're a coward.
Bitch I'm drippin' like I'm made out of water
I'm dripping with ice; I'm very flashy.
I would give you my bitch as a gift but
I would let you have my girl, but she's high maintenance.
High maitence, I don't think you could afford her
My girl is too expensive for you.
I ain't stressin', like I work out bitch I'm flexin'
I'm not stressed; I'm flexing like I would in the gym.
Told him it was lean but I sold him Robutussin
I lied and sold him cough syrup instead of lean.
I'm sippin', better go check on your baby
I'm sipping and enjoying myself, you should go check on your child.
Fucked your baby mama in the stomach while she pregnant
I had sex with your pregnant girlfriend in the stomach.
Slicker than a bitch so you better take good caution
I'm slick and clever, so you should be careful.
Hole in his head, turn a nigga to a dolphin
If I shoot someone in the head, they'll look like a dolphin.
Clips that I got sound like I'm at an auction
The sound of my gun clips is like an auction when bidding increases.
Thirty, fifty, a hundred what I'm flockin'
I have thirty, fifty, and one hundred dollar bills.
Designer what I'm rockin', and your bitch love it
I'm wearing designer clothes, and your girl likes it.
Give her good dick, beat it up like she punished
I have sex with her really well, like I'm punishing her.
You kiss her on the lips, boy you a trip
You're crazy for kissing her.
Her lips like a target when I say I'm cumming
Her lips are like a target for me when I orgasm.
I'm saucing, skrrt, I'ma scrape the pot
I'm showing off my style; I'm cooking up drugs.
In the kitchen, whippin' 'til it lock up
I'm cooking drugs until it's solid.
And I got a thirty on me, get mopped up
I have a gun with me, and anyone who opposes me will be taken out.
Boy you really so tender, you is not tough
You're delicate; you're not tough.
Foreign on my feet, they is not J's
I'm wearing expensive foreign shoes; they're not Jordans.
Whippin' on the pots, they is not slaves
I'm cooking drugs in pots; I'm not a slave.
Frames on face, they is not Rays
I'm wearing glasses, but they're not Ray-Bans.
Got girls kissing girls, they is not gay
I have girls making out, but they're not lesbians.
Fifty on my glizzy, I'm marching
I have a gun with fifty bullets in it.
'Cause I'm walking with a drum and I'm starting
I'm carrying a gun and I'm starting trouble.
Yeah bitch, when I'm shooting I ain't on the bench
When I shoot, I'm not on the bench; I'm in the game.
Not hooping, got the rocket like I'm Harden
I don't play basketball; I have a gun like James Harden.
Sauce walk, walkin' on the scene and I'm saucin'
I'm walking on the scene, and I'm showing off my style.
Sauce drippin' every time a young nigga walk in
I'm flashing my style every time I enter a room.
Drippin' like a faucet, we don't do no talkin'
I'm extremely flashy; we don't talk much.
Shh, you can see the sauce when I'm walkin'
Be quiet; my style is very visible.
I just started up my day and I'm pourin' up a cup
I'm starting my day with a drink.
Fuck it, nigga I be geeked up
I'm high and I don't care.
I remember I was out on the block, totin'
I remember being on the street carrying a gun.
So you better not creep up
You better not sneak up on me.
And your bitch on my line keep talkin' 'bout nothin'
Your girl keeps calling me, but she's not saying anything important.
You love me? what? you're geekin'
You're acting stupid for loving me.
I remember I was dead broke, nigga I was hungry
I remember being very poor and hungry.
Now a young nigga eatin'
Now I'm successful and my pockets are full.
Drippin', better take a note, pay attention
I'm really flashy; you should take note and pay attention.
Glock twenty-six with a thirty clip extension
I have a Glock twenty-six with a thirty-round clip extension.
Gucci on my shoulder for whole 'nother biscuit
I'm carrying Gucci on my shoulder for another kilo of drugs.
Left pocket full of blue hundreds, I'm crippin'
My left pocket is filled with blue one hundred dollar bills; I'm living the gang life.
Whippin', whippin' on the pot like a foreign (skrrt)
I'm cooking drugs on a pot like a foreign car.
Whippin' in the foreign like I stole it (skrrt skrrt)
I'm driving a foreign car and it looks like I stole it.
Whip you with a goddamn Gucci belt
I'll beat you with a Gucci belt.
I was whippin' up the ready when I sold it
I was putting the finishing touches on the drugs when I sold them.
Writer(s): James Israel, Sam Oliver
Contributed by Grace E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.