Patrice

Sh*t man, I got gravy on my b*tch
Gravy on yo b*tch
Gravy on my coffee
Gravy on my jean shorts
Gravy on your f*cking chiropractor
Gravy on my biscuits, logic
I mean sh*t, man, you'd think it's Thanksgiving

Ayy, posted with your thot
Gravy just came in hot, goodness
She real thirsty, gotta hydrate
Dark skin so my eyes gotta dilate
My girl foreign, man I think I might migrate
I was just flexin' on Myspace (Ooh)
Ayy, posted with yo Godmother
I was just flexin' like a scrub under cover, ayy
B*tch it's Mr. Clean, also known as Mr. Butter
Sh*t it's Yung Gravy, he a wavy motherf*cker
Don't like me then your name is probably Tucker (Tucker)
And you probably a trucker (Uh)
And you probably ugly (Ugly)
My side b*tch call me Yung Bubbly (Bubbly)
She always give me bubble baths
Got too many hoes it got me doin' f*ckin' math1.9

(Feels so real and my mind won't let go)
B*tch I pull up with the potion (Splash)
I come through smooth like lotion
(Feels so real and my mind won't let go)
My hook shot wet like the ocean
Whole team lit 'cause Gravy got the potion

Ayy, posted with your female
Yeah I just finessed her over E-Mail
She think I'm real charming
Gravy gonna get up in that *ss like Charmin
Side b*tch named Carmen
Sh*t, maybe it was Karen, back of the Mclaren
Pull up real quick with the R Kelly blarin'
Word to Bobby McFerrin
Uh, don't worry be happy, my hair so nappy but your Momma call me "papi"
Guess I'm kinda like your grampa
Pull up, make it hot like Tampa
Thick like a panda, man that's what I need
Come through fertilize your b*tch like a seed
I finessed your Mom before I learned how to read
Gravy pull up, bad b*tch stampede

(Feels so real and my mind won't let go)
B*tch I pull up with the potion
I come through smooth like lotion
(Feels so real and my mind won't let go)
My hook shot wet like the ocean
Whole team lit 'cause Gravy got the potion

I pull up, drop top when I begga (Begga)
Your mama wanna leggo my Egga (Egga)
Man I'm spittin' hot fuega
Chillin' with latinas, you can call me Diego
I just got a hunnid for a feature
Almost hit your b*tch, but she look just like a creature (Ew)
Pull up to your sister
Girl, it's nice to meet ya
We out at Little Ceasar's
Gravy on my pizza

Ooh, sh*t man
You know this "Gravy sh*t" isn't some weird f*cking sexual metaphor
Your b*tch legitimately has top-shelf gravy on her hands, face and knees
I mean sh*t, you would think it's Thanksgiving
I mighta hit it last week but right now we're just eating
It's Mr. Clean, ho