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