Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Jason Rich
Programming
Nick Seeley
Background Vocals
Gregg Wattenberg
Background Vocals
Holly Seeley
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Rich
Songwriter
Nick Seeley
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Rich
Producer
Nick Seeley
Producer
Y2K
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
(It's Jason Rich, baby)
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Oh, baby
[Verse 2]
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic
[Verse 3]
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie (Ay)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine
Gravy so creamy
Wrist so gleamy (Ay)
Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that goddamn spinach
With a bad bitch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished
[Verse 4]
I'm like open sesame, now your bitch right next to me
Pipe up, that's my destiny, call that shit finnessery, baby
Ooh, that's a flex; do a little trick, now your bitch is your ex
Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah)
Flexin' on ya too complex, baby
[Verse 5]
Ala-ka-fuckin-zam
I'm like, "Bitch, who is your mans?"
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit your bitch with the shazam
[Verse 6]
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic
[Verse 7]
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ooh)
Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that goddamn spinach
With a bad bitch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished
[Verse 8]
I'm so sorry, that I had to end it
Gravy serve it up like I'm playin' fuckin' tennis
2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate
Gravy took your bitch, that's a fuckin' epidemic (Crazy)
Hit a bird call and your bitch come hither
Your bitch hit my line and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a motherfuckin' river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver
[Verse 9]
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Written by: Jason Rich, Nick Seeley, Matthew Hauri
