Uh, bbno$
Literally just started this song
Already announced it and gon' finish it
Skrrrr
Hey man, I'm sick as fuck
Flexin' with your bitch on the low low (Low low)
And she's crawlin' back like a yo-yo (Yo-yo)
Feelin' quite fast, I don't touch coke (Touch coke)
Bust 5, clip 5 torso (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
Ooh, run it
Lil' bitch, now you done it
Flexin' on a hunnid (Thousand)
Got that Gucci luggage (Uh)
Just playin' bitch
Gravy got the JanSport
Skrtin' when I transport
All yo' money damn short (WOAH)
Pull up on that bitch, chutney on her lip (Ay ay)
Yokohama bitch, Benihana shit (Ay ay)
That's that sauce (Sauce)
My bitch thick like Ross (Whoa)
Baby Jesus gave me teeth just so I could floss (SKEET)
Baby Gravy got that mofuckin' chemistry (Flexin')
Nah, lil' bitch, I don't like your energy
I come for yo' head like a mofuckin' Kennedy (Oops)
That's my remedy
That's just how it's meant to be
Flexin' with your bitch on the low low (Low low)
And she's crawlin' back like a yo-yo (Yo-yo)
Feelin' quite fast, I don't touch coke (Touch coke)
Bust 5, clip 5 torso (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
New set, new money, new bet, huh
New girls, I don't care, I'm a tough one (Thot)
You weak, one try and it's job done
More henny in my cup, I'mma let it go
She paint me
Yeah, she paint me
Yeah, she paint me like Picasso
Whoops, I'm an asshole
Kick her from the castle
I don't wanna hassle
She just wanna tussle
Do Re Mi Fa So
Diamonds on me dazzle
Money keep on stackin' up, I think I need a banker
Yeah, I'm savin' all the money
Yeah, I'm really quite the banker
Yeah, I'm blastin' all these fools right from my path
I'm quite a tanker
And I'll lightly tax your ass
And yeah, your gonna thank me later, ay
Go glen co co, pour mo, feelin' slow mo
I dunno, get to the front door, Jane Doe
Huh, bands bands bands bands bands, yeah
Huh, bands bands bands bands bands
Flexin' with your bitch on the low low (Low low)
And she's crawlin' back like a yo-yo (Yo-yo)
Feelin' quite fast, I don't touch coke (Touch coke)
Bust 5, clip 5 torso (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
Uh, see I'm with two things
That's the shits and your bitch, uh
I pull up two ways
Real quick or real slick, ay
We comin' at y'all with that good shit
That good shit, baby
Y'all ain't ready
Baby Gravy
That Baby Gravy
