BBNO$ - Cheerios lyrics

[Yung Gravy:] Not Cheerios but I nut in your honey Look at my wrist and you know it’s straight money Ooh, ain’t funny Ooh, shut the f** up [bbno$:] There ain’t no difference between me and you Boomin’ in the booth sippin’ off a soup Double up I think I’m going to do Shout my go ‘cus I got something that your holdin’ on my tooth I’m always scheming in the booth (booth) Never going to shoo shoo, lifting up her tutu f** with me in Blues Clues, play with me and you lose I’m at your mommas house so take up all the opportunities to play with you [Yung Gravy:] My b**h might dunk on your b**h ‘cus she six foot Pull up in the fur coat, lookin’ like I’m bigfoot And I got the ice upon my wrist so I get looks Gravy in the kitchen now you pull up you gon’ get cooked [bbno$:] If you want the Baby Gravy we gonna supply Saw the look in the eyes yeah, buns like Kaiser Baby Gravy course we know she needs an appetizer Ice be dripping so much I think we hypnotize her [Yung Gravy:] Hypnotizer, booty scuba diver Gravy splash on ya b**h then I high five her Baby the supplier, pants on fire Gas in my pockets and Versace on my visor [bbno$:] Teenie tiny rocks up on my teeth, I gotta shine I gotta floss, I’m sippin’ Voss Your girl stuck to me just like moshy On my waist just like a gloshy Get me sloppy Need a mop I’m ’bout my business Busy signing checks to take me out of all the debt [Yung Gravy:] b**hes debt, steaming to your head Take your mama on a moped Gravy posted in your b**hes bed, bed spread and a Snuggie Gravy on the beat make your mama do the dougie Gravy so young you might catch me in the Huggies Booster seat, road head, Volkswagen buggy Boy you ugly, scrubby, sauce with the chutney Run up on a b**h like I’m playing f**in’ rugby [bbno$:] I don’t do clans ‘cus i’m really with the sh** You boys a p**y boy you better Drop the {?}, girl give me {?} Rolly on my wrist I don’t know which I wanna wife I got the rolly on my right {?} just one more night, ay Money low, gotta get it up it’s a pep talk Cole slaw, mail gang b**h I let my chain swang Gritty gang, dirty words, clean club, lean Stunt gang, first name, booty with my gang (baby) Aye, you don’t get it You really don’t get it Gravy and I, we the Baby Gravy And all these girls out here in the world Tryin’ to find their Baby Gravy But you know one thing? We ain’t gon’ supply