(Pour some Gravy on it)
You know, sometimes they ask me, "What do I do it for?"
You see, I do it for the Jane Fondas, the Michelle Obamas
The Brandi Loves, the Sofia Vergaras (mm-hm)
The Mrs. Incredibles, ha, the Mrs. Incredibles

Hey, say, I pull up in this bitch, go stupid
Hit the pussy once, now it's love like Cupid (whoa)
I'm the youngest Minnesotan makin' movement
Your bitch chose me 'cause she with the improvements (baby)
Ayy, pull up to the function, spontaneous combustion (what?)
Gravy 6'6", y'all a bunch of a fuckin' munchkins (ooh)
I ain't touch your bitch 'cause she smell like some onions
And there ain't no fuckin' way you see me goin' near that dungeon
Ayy, bitch, I got the sauce like I'm Bob-fuckin'-Evans
Your bitch got the slurp like 7-Eleven
I'm gettin' more cake than a thick bitch's weddin'
The beat leave you sweatin', my wrist leave you sleddin' (ayy)

Ayy, I don't got the drip (drip), I got the splash
I don't make rap, bitch, I make smooth jazz
I don't got swag, I got pizzazz
Your mama on my dick 'cause I look like your dad
I don't got the drip (drip), I got the splash
I don't make rap, bitch, I make smooth jazz
I don't got swag, I got pizzazz
Your mom tryna date 'cause I look like your dad

I'm sippin' Prosecco, I'm lookin' perfecto
I just met a thicky, I'm tryna finagle
She l'eggo my Eggo (drip) in the Winnebago
My bitches gettin' thick like Hansel and Gretel (ayy)
Menace like I'm Dennis (ooh)
Naked with your bitch playin' tennis
Still fuckin' posted with your dentist
And I run off with your bitch like a run-on sentence
Now I'm drunk jet skiin' with Ellen DeGeneres
This shit goin' brazy, I'm bumpin' the AC
They sayin', "Hey, Gravy, why you so wavy?
Why you so tasty? Crispy like pastries?"
I don't really know, but I think I'm Pat Swayze

Ayy, I don't got the drip (drip), I got the splash (splash)
I don't make rap, bitch, I make smooth jazz
I don't got swag, I got pizzazz
Your mama on my dick 'cause I look like your dad
Ayy, I don't got the drip (drip), I got the splash
I don't make rap, bitch, I make smooth jazz
I don't got steez (steez), I got pizzazz
Milfs tryna fuck 'cause I look like a dad (ayy)
I don't got the splish (splish), I got the splash (splash)
I don't fuckin' rap, bitch, I make smooth jazz (ooh)
I don't got swag, I'm a dad
Gravy in this bitch with the fuckin' pizzazz

Bitch
(Oh baby, baby)

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Writer(s): Julian Avila, Matthew Hauri