Suavecito

[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