Ayy man, the, the fuck you mean
You ain't heard of no fuckin' (Lentra, the God)
(Jason Rich on the beat, bitch)

And yo' girl's on my woody like a beaver
Think it's a holiday, told her I'm on the way (ah)
And I gotta do things, I might leave her
I don't got time today, find a way to get paid

I be ridin' down the street though
In the Jeep
And yo' mama on the creep though
She a tweak
I be posted with a freak hoe
Big ol' freak
Gravy, why don't you make your teeth gold?
I got nice teeth (uh)

Bitch
I be in that coochie and that shit my happy place
It put a smile on my face that none of you pussies can erase
Kidnapped your girl in this case
And I know you wanna hate (oh, oh, oh)
But just wait you're doin' great
You ain't do shit and you made my day (nah)
I evade the police ridin' on a pony (hmm)
Angelina Jolie said she tryna bone me
These phonies, they think I'm holy, they tryna clone me
I'ma keep the cheese y'all can have the macaroni

We make hits and I think they gonna last
Seiko on my wrist, watchin' all this time pass
Coolin' with yo' bitch and she said my dick gas
Gave her lil' tip and she still wanted my cash

And yo' girl's on my woody like a beaver
Think it's a holiday, told her I'm on the way (ah)
And I gotta do things, I might leave her
I don't got time today, find a way to get paid

I be ridin' down the street though
In the Jeep
And yo' mama on the creep though
She a tweak
I be posted with a freak hoe
Big ol' freak
Gravy, why don't you make your teeth gold?
I got nice teeth

Find us on a yacht, like some Noah's ark shit
My lady is a brainiac of course I bust quick
Feelin' hypothermic so I bought a cold wrist
Wherever I go I shoot my shots and it's a swish (yeah)
Yo' girlfriend lookin' like a three outta ten
I gotta ten outta ten
I got my mind on my M's
I'm glad it finally makes sense
And now I'm doin' my dance
Yeah, this life's hittin' different when yo' pants full of bands (yeah)

I thought she was a diva (oh)
Lil' diva (oh no)
Now she treat me like I'm Justin Bieber
Wrist Aquafina
In the freezer
Yo' bitch got the Baby Gravy fever

And yo' girl's on my woody like a beaver
Think it's a holiday, told her I'm on the way (ah)
And I gotta do things I might leave her
I don't got time today, find a way to get paid

I be ridin' down the street though
In the Jeep
And yo' mama on the creep though
She a tweak
I be posted with a freak hoe
Big ol' freak
Gravy, why don't you make your teeth gold?
I got nice teeth

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Writer(s): Alexander Gumuchian, Garrett Hartnell, Maneesh Bidaye, Matthew Hauri