[Intro: Yung Gravy]
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 b**h 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 motherf**ing miracle
[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
See me runnin’ to that guap, pockets got the gualla
Bentley flip flops got me lookin’ like a baller, Iguodala
Sippin’ in the morning looking like an alcoholic
But I’m not, I just wake up sippin’ cup and f**in’ frolic
Gravy and your b**h gonna smash like a comet
Pounds in my pocket and the pesos in my wallet
IPhone 5, but your b**h tryna call it
Said she want the splash so I’m turning on the faucet
[?] with your girl, smokin’ on [?]
Me and DRAM with your mama lit in the Bahamas
Damn she bad, she a bad mama drama
I’m in my pajamas gettin’ topped up in the Honda
That’s the Civic, got these b**hes in it
Gravy so exquisite when I pull up and I whip it
All these b**hes tippin’, I ain’t even strippin’
Reflections off my wrist leave ’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 b**h 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 motherf**ing miracle
[Verse 2: DRAM]
Pull up to the new spot on [?]
Imma take your boo spot, that’s too tight, that’s too hot
We would rather cool at mine, she can breeze, f** two times
We would rather do a line and wait outside, I don’t do lines
Overhead like rooftops, and blue skies, and [?]
Diamond [?], trash can
‘Cause I been talkin’ trash, please don’t wash my mouth with soap
I be talkin’ cash and that’s as dirty as it goes
Make it flip, flip, flip like three gymnastics
[?]
Your ho on the Gravy Train, just stop and that’s it
Hope you on the paper chase and not chasin’ that b**h
[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 b**h 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 motherf**ing miracle