Yung Gravy Despicable G’s Lyrics, bbno$ Despicable G’s Lyrics, BABY GRAVY Despicable G’s Lyrics
Pull up dumb as fuck, we are too despicable
Late night, off the goop, call me Jimmy Kimmelcles
Too many options, Alex Burrows, like it’s Whack-a-Mole
Morals didn’t align with the bag, that’s no on principal
Gravy
Fuck stocks, I’m a thot broker, bitch, pay me
Betty Crock when I pop over like I baked it
Take the beat, add a little heat, and filet it
You play sports? I play hoes from Sports Illustrated
Sex in The City, your mom tryna watch, so I turn her like Timmy
Oops, I hit it again like Britney
Stack my bread freaky fast like Jimmy
Oh, look pretty
Flick of that wrist, get dizzy
I be getting down, gettin’ jiggy
Everybody in the club gettin’ tipsy
Got a fat ass, Miss Piggy ain’t got no titties
They small, no biggie
My clique too litty, my whip 250
My shit too witty, your wit too shitty
Ain’t a cool cat bitch, I’m a cold kitty
Keep three Stix, not one of them Pixie
Keep three Chicks, not one of them Dixie
Still playing my X Bitch 360
Pull up dumb as fuck, we are too despicable
Late night, off the goop, call me Jimmy Kimmelcles
Too many options, Alex Burrows, like it’s Whack-a-Mole
Morals didn’t align with the bag, that’s no on principal
Gravy
Fuck stocks, I’m a thot broker, bitch, pay me
Betty Crock when I pop over like I baked it
Take the beat, add a little heat, and filet it
You play sports? I play hoes from Sports Illustrated
I stay bonafide
I stay bonin’ on fire ass birds on tour
They say, “What’s your type?”
I say, “I don’t mind, I shoot I score”
Big old brand new crib
Backyard on the beach, and that’s for sure
She tryin’ sleep with me, I say goodnight ’cause she a bore
He said she said she sells seashells
That bitch lyin’, she sell head
Wake up with a bad guy, wake up to some bad top
Ooh, ahh
He said she said she was feeling him, but bro got left on read
Your girl following the tour, groupie
My girl A24, movie
Pull up dumb as fuck, we are too despicable
Late night, off the goop, call me Jimmy Kimmelcles
Too many options, Alex Burrows, like it’s Whack-a-Mole
Morals didn’t align with the bag, that’s no on principal
Gravy
Fuck stocks, I’m a thot broker, bitch, pay me
Betty Crock when I pop over like I baked it
Take the beat, add a little heat, and filet it
You play sports? I play hoes from Sports Illustrated