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[Intro: Yung Gravy] Holding hands, strolling through the park Sweet memories are torn apart I made a promise I could not keep I played around, oh girl, I made you weak Jason Rich on the Beat, baby [Chorus: Yung Gravy] Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin' gas and I'm coastin' Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion Souped up in the real smooth material Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal That's the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal I became your dad that's a motherfucking miracle [Verse 1: Yung Gravy] See me running to that Guap, pockets got the guala Bentley flip flops got me lookin' like a balla, Igoudala Sippin' in the morning lookin' like a alcoholic But I'm not, I just wake up sip a cup and fuckin' frolic Gravy and yo bitch boutta smash like a comet Pounds in my pockets and them pesos in my wallet IPhone 5 but yo bitch tryna call it Said she want the splash so I’m turning on the faucet Cuddled up wit yo girl smokin' on cabana Me and DRAM with your mama lit in the Bahamas Damn she bad, she a bad mama jama I'm in my pajamas getting topped up in the Honda That's the Civic, got these bitches livid Gravy so exquisite when I pull up and I whip it All these bitches tippin', I ain't even strippin' Reflections off my wrist leaving 'em blinded, leave 'em trippin' [Chorus: Yung Gravy] Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin' gas and I'm coastin' Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion Souped up in the real smooth material Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal That's the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal I became your dad that's a motherfucking miracle [Verse 2: DRAM] Ayy, look Pull up to new spot on at the new lot, on the top Won't go to your boo's spot, it’s too packed, it's too hot We would rather cool at mine, shoot the breeze, fuck two times We would rather do a line than wait outside, I don't do lines Overhead like rooftops and blue skies and chem trails Down to earth like green grass and pavements and trash cans I been talkin' trash, please don't wash my mouth with soap 'Cause I be talkin' cash and that's as dirty as it goes Make it flip, flip, flip like three gymnastics At the first Olympics in Greece and Athens Your ho on the Gravy Train, just thottin', that's it Hope you're on the paper chase and not chasin' that bitch Yeah [Chorus: Yung Gravy] Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin' gas and I'm coastin' Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion Souped up in the real smooth material Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal That's the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal I became your dad that's a motherfucking miracle