Music Video
Warm Brew - Gravy (Official Video) ft. Flying Steps - Red Bull 20 Before 17
Top Songs By Warm Brew
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Warm Brew
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Wright
Songwriter
Chris De La Rosa
Songwriter
Dwayne Abernathy
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, other people's money, other ****'s bitches
New kicks, new threads, hittin' other ****'s switches
Too fresh I'm dead, David Byrne got these pussies talkin' head
Instead we talkin' bread now
I remember everything, homies hatin', talkin' down
Bitches disrespectin' me, givin' me the run around
Money turn yo' luck around, women throw that ass around
That make me turn my head around
Now try to wrap yo head around
[Verse 2]
Hangin' out the moon roof, one chick, three scoops
Presidential candidates, I'm fuckin' on my stylist
Yo, how you say you fresh as fuck
Yo, ayy, when you ain't never freshen up?
And I suggest you buckle up, that head so good you buckle up
You wifin' her, you fuckin' up and you can't tell that somethin' up
Nah, no, I could never buy it
My whole clique hit like David and Goliath
[Verse 3]
Police defiant
Smokin' and I'm flyin'
Two twomps thumpin'
Like punches in a riot
[Verse 4]
And I'm ridin' with the homies, 'cause it's death around the corner
Ain't you funny, get yo' money sunny, Southern California
It got everything you need and everything you want
Then seh show her true colors and it's everything you don't
I got the henny and the weed, so, ****, take notes
Just the player of the year and I ain't have to rig a vote, look
[Verse 5]
I mob with the squad, dawg with the squad daily
Don't never ever, ever, ever, ever try to play me
Game too cold, we so wavy
If homie talkin' bold it's all gravy
[Verse 6]
I mob with the squad, dawg with the squad daily
Don't never ever, ever, ever, ever try to play me
Game too cold, we so wavy
If homie talkin' bold it's all gravy
[Verse 7]
What I do ain't made for T.V.
Winnin' like I'm Tiger cheating
Kinda like a Laker 3-peat, bustin' booty, grabbin' cheechy
I'm a Mac, I'm 'bout my cheese
Reelin' bitches, stay in season
You can sail the seven seas
Never find no on defeat him
Comin' from a land where the Doc 'n' Mac, Dre
California kid put a bitch on backpage
Pull up on a broad off a quad of Axe spray
Pull up at her house tell her man to valet
Smackin' that booty like I'm Dikembe
Rubbin' that booty like there's a genie
Smokin' my forest gotcha sayin' Jennay
Pupil my eyes 'bout the size of Pennays
[Verse 8]
Lobster Alfredo on top of penne
Hit a home-run every innin'
Don't want it, don't begin it
Lookin' at life like what's the limit?
Walk in my shoes wouldn't last a minute
Acid to me like Popeye's spinach
Pass it to me my Sprewell spinnin'
Been this way since a kid I ain't kiddin'
[Verse 9]
Servin' this game girls smitten
Representin' well my town, my city
Any kinda trouble I'ma go and dive in it
For a piece of the pie, took game, made business
Made business, hit the liquor store XO my liver
Little Molly moll with a Merlot kicker
Way shit go with the one way sippers
[Verse 10]
I mob with the squad, dawg with the squad daily
Don't never ever, ever, ever, ever try to play me
Game too cold, we so wavy
If homie talkin' bold it's all gravy
[Verse 11]
I mob with the squad, dawg with the squad daily
Don't never ever, ever, ever, ever try to play me
Game too cold, we so wavy
If homie talkin' bold it's all gravy
Written by: Chris De La Rosa, Dwayne Abernathy, Taylor Wright
