Yung Gravy - Sauvecito lyrics

[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