yup!
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building (ooh)
Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like, "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"
And your bitch say, "What's up?"
Ayy, she tryna get it
"Gravy, let me fuck", ooh, I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes
So I say, "Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it
I'ma hit it, baby"
Don't you fuck with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers
When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher
I be cookin' up, I'm the young Betty Crocker (ooh)
Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker
Hannah Montana
I got the juice, I got the Fanta
I got the juice like a banana
I got the juice like Tropicana
I make gas, I got gelato
I'ma splash, I'm like a bottle
Got pizazz like it's my motto
I'm tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado, and then I'ma smash (smash)
Gravy got your boo though
She sittin' in my jacuzzi (ooh)
I think I need a few more
Yeah, and if you got the Henny
Pour it up when I walk in the building (ooh)
Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like, "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"
And your bitch say, "What's up?"
Ayy, she tryna get it
"Gravy, let me fuck", ooh, I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes
So I say, "Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it
I'ma hit it, baby"
Yup, she said, "Yup", I said, "Yup"
I pull (up), I clap (yup, yup, yup)
Baby (I'ma hit it, baby)
And if that bitch can clip her seatbelt
On the first try, then she ain't my type (I need a thicky!)
Gravy need a bitch with a ass so fat
That it makes it hard to live her life (goddamn)
And I'ma get the bands even if I don't want to
If you smell like Black & Mild's, baby, I don't want you
Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I'm fondue
All of y'all been on one, congrats, bitch, I'm on two
And she call me Papa Johns
I got the sauce, baby
Get the fuck off my lawn
Now get lost, baby!
Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost
80 bitches in my crib
Runnin' through 'em, Randy Ross, baby
Ooh
Pussy
Gravy
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building (ooh)
Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like, "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"
And your bitch say, "What's up?"
Ayy, she tryna get it
"Gravy, let me fuck", ooh, I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes
So I say, "Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it
I'ma hit it, baby"
Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like, "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"
And your bitch say, "What's up?"
Ayy, she tryna get it
"Gravy, let me fuck", ooh, I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes
So I say, "Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it
I'ma hit it, baby"
Don't you fuck with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers
When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher
I be cookin' up, I'm the young Betty Crocker (ooh)
Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker
Hannah Montana
I got the juice, I got the Fanta
I got the juice like a banana
I got the juice like Tropicana
I make gas, I got gelato
I'ma splash, I'm like a bottle
Got pizazz like it's my motto
I'm tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado, and then I'ma smash (smash)
Gravy got your boo though
She sittin' in my jacuzzi (ooh)
I think I need a few more
Yeah, and if you got the Henny
Pour it up when I walk in the building (ooh)
Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like, "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"
And your bitch say, "What's up?"
Ayy, she tryna get it
"Gravy, let me fuck", ooh, I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes
So I say, "Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it
I'ma hit it, baby"
Yup, she said, "Yup", I said, "Yup"
I pull (up), I clap (yup, yup, yup)
Baby (I'ma hit it, baby)
And if that bitch can clip her seatbelt
On the first try, then she ain't my type (I need a thicky!)
Gravy need a bitch with a ass so fat
That it makes it hard to live her life (goddamn)
And I'ma get the bands even if I don't want to
If you smell like Black & Mild's, baby, I don't want you
Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I'm fondue
All of y'all been on one, congrats, bitch, I'm on two
And she call me Papa Johns
I got the sauce, baby
Get the fuck off my lawn
Now get lost, baby!
Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost
80 bitches in my crib
Runnin' through 'em, Randy Ross, baby
Ooh
Pussy
Gravy
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building (ooh)
Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like, "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"
And your bitch say, "What's up?"
Ayy, she tryna get it
"Gravy, let me fuck", ooh, I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes
So I say, "Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it
I'ma hit it, baby"
Credits
Writer(s): Larrance Dopson, Nick Seeley, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Quintin Ferbie Gulledge, Matthew Hauri, William Thompson, Maiquel Romero
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