[Intro]
Ooh, baby
We out here tryna make fuckin' movement
[Verse 1]
Oh shit, the mic’s over there (god damn)
God damn too fuckin' geeked
But I pull up with a whole team of freaks
And they all fuckin' baddies
Gravy might pull up in a Caddy with your daddy
Ooh, we’re fuckin' best friends
Gravy can't help it 'cause I got these ends
I pull up in a Benz, that's that Mercedes
I pull up with your baby lookin' motherfucking Gravy
And shit
Gravy lookin' thick
Cause I'm fucking workin’ on my muscles
Pull up on your momma and she tryna fuckin’ tussle, uh
[Verse 2]
Ooh, posted with a thick bitch
And a thin bitch
Pull up on a bitch Newt Gingrich (ooh, ooh)
Shookin' and finessin’
Gravy comin' through, I got the dressing
But I'm nice to your bitch like Gannon
Motherfuckеr Imma summon up the salmon
Red salmon
I'm fuckin’ slammin'
Just met a bitch namеd Shannon
Now we goin' tannin'
Gravy gettin' bronzed
Come through lookin' slick, I'm lookin' like the Fonz
Ooh, shit what's for lunch?
Gravy got a whole fuckin' bunch
Bunch like I'm Brady
Gravy pullin' up in the Mercedes (Gravy train)
I'm chillin' with your baby (Gravy train)
What we eat for dinner? It was gravy
How are the beats, the flow so wavy?
Uh, and you might get punked
Gravy got a hoe, fucking took her out for brunch
What's for lunch?
Bitch I'm just tryna god damn stunt
(Gravy train)
[Outro]
So you think you love him
Girl you know you love him
(Everyone is jumping on the gravy train)
So you think you love him
Gonna blow your mind
What you left behind
They're only memories
Oh yeah
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
