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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Bass
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Piano
Jose Perez
Jose Perez
Percussion
Maiquel Romero
Maiquel Romero
Trumpet
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Piano
Quintin Q Gulledge
Quintin Q Gulledge
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Songwriter
Maiquel Romero
Maiquel Romero
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
William Thompson
William Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Producer
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Producer
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Producer
Yung Milkcrate
Yung Milkcrate
Producer
Zach Zurn
Zach Zurn
Engineer
Dylan Del Olmo
Dylan Del Olmo
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building
Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it
Always pull up with a plethora of women (All them women)
I be like "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"
And your bitch say "What's up?" Ay, she tryna get it
"Gravy, lemme fuck," ooh I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes
So I say "Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it
I'ma hit it, baby"
[Verse 2]
Ay, don't you fuck with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers
When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher
I be cookin' up, I'm the young Betty Crocker
Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker
Hannah Montana, I got the juice, I got the Fanta
I got the juice like a banana
I got the juice like Tropicana
I make gas, I got gelato
I'ma splash, I'm like a bottle
Got pizazz like it's my motto
I'm tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado, and then I'ma smash
[Verse 3]
Gravy got your puta
She sittin' in my jacuzzi
I think I need a few more
Yeah, and if you got the Henny
[Verse 4]
Pour it up when I walk in the building
Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it
Always pull up with a plethora of women (All them women)
I be like "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"
And your bitch say "What's up?" Ay, she tryna get it
"Gravy, lemme fuck," ooh I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes
So I say "Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it
I'ma hit it, baby"
[Verse 5]
Yup, she said "Yup," I said "Yup"
I pull up, I clap, yup, yup, yup, baby (I'ma hit it, baby)
And if that bitch can clip her seatbelt on the first try
Then she ain't my type (I need a thicky)
Gravy need a bitch with a ass so fat
That it makes it hard to live her life (Goddamn)
And I'ma get the bands, even if I don't want to
If you smell like Black & Mild's, baby, I don't want you
Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I'm fondue
All of y'all been on one, congrats, bitch, I'm on too
And she call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce, baby
Get the fuck off my lawn, now get lost, baby
Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost
Eighty bitches in my crib, runnin' through 'em, Randy Moss, baby
[Verse 6]
Ooh
Pussy
Gravy
[Verse 7]
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building
Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it
Always pull up with a plethora of women (All them women)
I be like "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"
And your bitch say "What's up?" Ay, she tryna get it
"Gravy, lemme fuck," ooh I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes
So I say "Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it
I'ma hit it, baby"
Written by: Khirye Anthony Tyler, Larrance Dopson, Maiquel Romero, Matthew Hauri, Nick Seeley, Quintin Ferbie Gulledge, William Thompson
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