Lyrics Gravy - Warm Brew

Gravy

Other people’s money
Other nigga’s bitches
New kicks new threads hitting other nigga’s switches
Too fresh I’m dead
David Byrne got these pussies talking head
Instead we talkin' bread now
I remember everything
Homies hatin' talkin' down
Bitches disrespectin' me
Givin me the run around
Money turn yo luck around
Women throw that ass around
That make me turn my head around
Now try to wrap yo head around
Hangin' out the moon roof
One chick three scoops
Presidential candidates I’m fucking on my stylist
Yo how you say you fresh as fuck
When you ain’t never freshen up
And I suggest you buckle up
That head so good you buckle
You wifing her you fuckin' up and you can’t tell that somethings up (Nah, no)
I could never buy it
My whole clique hit like David and Goliath
Yo police defiant
Smokin' and I’m flyin'
Two twomps — thumpin'
Like punches in a riot
And I’m ridin' with the homies 'cause it’s death around the corner
Ain’t nothin' funny get’yo money sunny Southern California
It got everything you need and everything want
Then she show her true colors and it’s everything you don’t
I got the henny and the weed so nigga take notes
Just the player of the year and I ain’t have to rig a vote look
I mob with the squad
Dawg with the squad daily
Don’t neva eva eva
Eva eva trynna play me
Game too cold
We so wavy
If homie talkin' bold
It’s all gravy
I mob with the squad
Dawg with the squad daily
Don’t neva eva eva
Eva eva trynna play me
Game too cold
We so wavy
If homie talkin' bold
It’s all gravy
What I do ain’t made for T. V
Winnin' like I’m Tiger cheating
Kinda like a Laker 3-peat
Bustin' booty
Grabbin cheechy
I’m a Mac
I’m 'bout my cheese
Reelin' bitches
Stay in season
You can sail the seven seas
And never find no one defeat him
Comin' from the land
Where the Doc 'n' Mac
Dre
California kid
Put a bitch on backpage
Pull up on a broad
Off a quad of Axe spray
Pull up at her house
Tell her man to valet
Smackin' that booty
Like I’m Dikembe
Rubbin' that booty like
There’s a genie
Smokin' my forest
Gotcha sayin' Jennay
Pupil my eyes 'bout the size
Of Pennays
Lobster Alfredo
On top of penne
Hit a Homerun
Every innin'
Don’t want it
Don’t begin it
Lookin' at life
Like what’s a limit
Walk in my shoes
Wouldn’t last a minute
Acid to me
Like Popeye’s spinach
Pass it to me
Mind sprewell spinnin'
Been this way since a kid
I ain’t kiddin'
Servin' this game
Girls smitten
Representin' well my town
My city
Any kinda trouble I’mma go and dive in it
For a piece of the pie
Took game
Made business
Made business
Hit the liquor store
XO my liver
A little Molly moll with a Merlot kicker
Way shit go with the one way sippers
I mob with the squad
Dawg with the squad daily
Don’t neva eva eva
Eva eva trynna play me
Game too cold
We so wavy
If homie talkin' bold
It’s all gravy
I mob with the squad
Dawg with the squad daily
Don’t neva eva eva
Eva eva trynna play me
Game too cold
We so wavy
If homie talkin' bold
It’s all gravy