Yung Gravy – Sauvecito Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Gravy]
Jason Rich on the Beat, baby!

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
Ridin’ in the coupe, bumpin gas and I’m coastin’
Sippin’ on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the real smooth material
Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
That’s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
I became your dad that’s a motherfucking miracle

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
See me runnin’ to that guap, pockets got the gualla
Bentley flip flops got me lookin’ like a baller, Iguodala
Sippin’ in the morning looking like an alcoholic
But I’m not, I just wake up sippin’ cup and fuckin’ frolic
Gravy and your bitch gonna smash like a comet
Pounds in my pocket and the pesos in my wallet
IPhone 5, but your bitch tryna call it
Said she want the splash so I’m turning on the faucet
[?] with your girl, smokin’ on [?]
Me and DRAM with your mama lit in the Bahamas
Damn she bad, she a bad mama drama
I’m in my pajamas gettin’ topped up in the Honda
That’s the Civic, got these bitches in it
Gravy so exquisite when I pull up and I whip it
All these bitches tippin’, I ain’t even strippin’
Reflections off my wrist leave ’em blinded, leave ’em trippin’

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
Ridin’ in the coupe, bumpin gas and I’m coastin’
Sippin’ on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the real smooth material
Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
That’s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
I became your dad that’s a motherfucking miracle

[Verse 2: DRAM]
Pull up to the new spot on [?]
Imma take your boo spot, that’s too tight, that’s too hot
We would rather cool at mine, she can breeze, fuck two times
We would rather do a line and wait outside, I don’t do lines
Overhead like rooftops, and blue skies, and [?]
Diamond [?], trash can
‘Cause I been talkin’ trash, please don’t wash my mouth with soap
I be talkin’ cash and that’s as dirty as it goes
Make it flip, flip, flip like three gymnastics
[?]
Your ho on the Gravy Train, just stop and that’s it
Hope you on the paper chase and not chasin’ that bitch

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
Ridin’ in the coupe, bumpin gas and I’m coastin’
Sippin’ on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the real smooth material
Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
That’s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
I became your dad that’s a motherfucking miracle

Yung Gravy – Early Afternoon Stroll Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Gravy]
Jason Rich on the beat
Oh shit

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
Why the flow so mean
Your bitch heard of one so she got pipe dreams
Boy quite clean, got a bitch Eileen, and I’m frozen like ice cream (Gravy)
Said she on that Gravy Train, you can bet it’s permanent
Now she on that Gravy Plane, hit her with the turbulence

[Verse 2: bbno$]
Turbulence
Girly hop out I was down, but I’m just curvin’ it
Mercelous, call the ambulance, booty analysis
Check on my wrist, diamonds so fabulous, gold on my amulet
Hazardous, I’m flexin’ extravagant, diamonds so scandalous

[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
I’m in the kitchen with Bisquick
I always stay with a thick chick
I took her out on a picnic
Told me that dick futuristic
Got my wrist glowin’, boy I look like Ben 10
I got hoes in Shenzhen
Smack yo face like Chen Zen

[Verse 4: bbno$]
Money so fake, they weren’t even bands
Send me that yoga ass, give me some xans
Finessin’ yo mom, I’m playin’ her friend
Whippin’ up bands, baby I’m trained
Ay, yo bitch be lookin’ like a Barbie, you ain’t even Ken
And my wrist look like star it shine at nighttime like Big Ben

[Verse 5: Yung Gravy]
Got a new bitch, Bohemian
Ain’t a whip that you won’t see me in
I got so much sauce, bitch my race is Tortellini
I been gettin’ breezy, but that jazz got me calmer
Three strokes on your bitch, think I’m Arnold Palmer

[Verse 6: bbno$]
And your mommy up and down on me just like a teeter totter
Big ‘ol scar, it come right down my forehead, Harry Potter
Expelliarmus with the wrist
Expelliarmus on a bitch
Slowly came off with a flick of the wrist
[?]

[Verse 7: Yung Gravy]
Step on and hit her like grip tape
You not my bitch, you a bit late
I got your mama in ship shape
Laying that pipe to my mixtape
Ooh, I take a step in the building, I’m icy, I’m chilling, I’m [?] Penicillin
Makin’ a killin’, [?], your mom at the crib and I’m drillin’

[Verse 8: bbno$]
[?]
Baby, baby
[?]
Course I be winnin’ with Gravy (Gravy)
My diamonds be crusted with rubies, might bring your aunt to the movie
Heard that she moody, why is she choosy
Cause I’m a snack and she gave me the Scooby

[Verse 9: Yung Gravy]
Jug, jug, jug
Finesse your parenthood
Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug
And I pull up on your mom and I give her them goods
Juggin’ the same on your ex (ay)
Juggin’ the way that I flex (ay)
Juggin’ the way that I walk in the building, the first thing I do is get neck (ay)

[Outro: Yung Gravy]
Jason Rich on the beat baby