Gold

(album: Baby Gravy - 2017)

(Gravy Train)
Uh, bbno$...
Yo, Yung Gravy
Bbno$!

Finessing yo' mommy when I'm in the kitchen
Speeding my whipping
Whipping the lyrical
Gravy fall out of this chicken
Why is he bitchin'?
Really about business
Pushing 'bout couple of digits
Stussy boy standing the corner, yeah, spinning that fidget
Thought he looking like a midget
Put you on grill
I put you on skillet
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Golden, golden, golden
Golden, gold, yeah yeah yeah
Ice cold and gold in the summer
I flex on another, froze

Gold things got me blindsided
I'm switching for the gas, I'm a hybrid
Four ladies for the two boys
Baby Gravy, I divide it
Ladies like our tracks more than yours
Gentle woman, why she took my drawers?
Middle of the summer, neck be cold
Baby Gravy, truth be told
Fake gold but I still wear it
Take a flight, please declare it
Run up on you with my nerf like a sheriff
Lady, stop staring
Ni hao, zai jian
Zhe Shi Yi Liang Tian
Ten hoes on me like bang
Yung Baby, Yung Gravy
We did it again

Finessing yo' mommy when I'm in the kitchen
Speeding my whipping
Whipping the lyrical
Gravy fall out of this chicken
Why is he bitchin'?
Really about business
Pushing 'bout couple of digits
Stussy boy standing the corner, yeah, spinning that fidget
Thought he looking like a midget
Put you on grill
I put you on skillet
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wristDon't play with no brass
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Golden, golden, golden
Golden, gold, yeah yeah yeah
Ice cold and gold in the summer
I flex on another, froze

Got a bitch named Becky and a bitch named Necky
Pull up in the club, pocket full of Dos Equis
Roundhouse kick
Motherfucker, don't test me
Baking this bread with my motherfucking bestie
Yeah, that's cute and we getting that loot
Gravy train coming through
Bitch, toot toot
Took yo' bitch and you thought it was a fluke
But I did that shit again in a brand new coupe
That's crazy, brazy, do this shit daily
Gravy witcha' lady in the back of the Mercedes
Say goodbye to Katy
Posted up with Baby
It's easy, motherfucker
Make a bitch feel wavy
Wavy like a lake
Hunnids need a rake
Bitch that I take on
Get a nice steak
Trade a little gravy for a little bit of cake
Every single day for goodness sake

Finessing yo' mommy when I'm in the kitchen
Speeding my whipping
Whipping the lyrical
Gravy fall out of this chicken
Why is he bitchin'?
Really about business
Pushing 'bout couple of digits
Stussy boy standing the corner, yeah, spinning that fidget
Thought he looking like a midget
Put you on grill
I put you on skillet
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass