Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah
Underneath, ayy
Dum-dum-na-na-na-na
It's Gravy, baby, pull your ho
Uh, Gravy, bubble, gon' fuck on your lady
Yeah, ayy, uh
(It's Jason Rich, baby)
[Verse 1]
All-black AF 1's
Cake and rum, my bitch born in '81
Y'all makin' fun? I'm makin' funds
All y'all cap, I ain't fakin' nothin'
Gravy Train, lilbubblegum
All aboard, bitch, buckle up
Double cup of hot butter rum
And your girlfriend call me sugarplum
[Chorus]
Blue jeans, gold teeth
Air Force 1's on my feet
Red belt, chained down
All the way to my knees
Tommy shirt, chain smirk
Long-sleeve underneath
Hair dyed, brown eyes
Rockin' hoop earrings
[Verse 2]
Black fit, striped shirt lookin' clean
Colbie Caillat, Freebands, got bubbly in my lean (Lean)
I don't give a fuck, ho, I ain't go to sleep
Mister Sandman, get the bands, and stack it and repeat
If I say something, I mean it
Bass up, and I'm leanin'
With your main slut, she caked up, no makeup and she feindin'
Mighty Ducks, I'm cold as fuck
Icy boy, lil' polar plunge
Slidin' through like hockey pucks
Snow cone made of (Wocky Slush)
[Verse 3]
Air Force 1's when I came through steppin'
Walk with a limp on the Stairway to Heaven
Birds gon' flock, throwin' bread in my section
McFlurry wrist, they furious, on curry shit like Stephen (Woo)
My hoes got hoes and they be runnin' packs
My bros got bros and they got hella straps
I know you know the kid don't ever lack
Slide through any city, my Samoan's got my back
[Chorus]
Blue jeans, gold teeth
Air Force 1's on my feet
Red belt, chained down
All the way to my knees
Tommy shirt, chain smirk
Long-sleeve underneath
Hair dyed, brown eyes
Rockin' hoop earrings
[Verse 4]
Goth boy, e-boy, that's the style I mess with
Skull ring, silver chain, and a lock necklace
Doc Martens, chain sparklin', tickin' off my checklist
Band tee, wrist clean, all the things I'm flexin'
Want that drip, want that drip? That's some goth shit
Only wear the chains 'cause, bitch, I look gothic
I just want a goth bitch
I don't want no top, bitch
I just want your love, bitch
Is that shit enough, bitch?
[Verse 5]
Ksubi jeans, pearly whites
Air Force 1's on my feet
Rollie gold, day-date, pink face for my queen
Silk shirt, ho alert, got your bitch underneath
Hair luscious, chains bussin', solitaire earrings
Written by: Matthew Hauri, Nicholas Fulsher, Sebastian Schallenberg
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