BABY GRAVY, Yung Gravy and bbno$ - Super Smash Bros.

Turn that shit up, c'mon (bbno$)
Hello? (whoa)
Can you turn me up some?
Let's go

First things first
I wake up and get pu-na-na-na
First things first (uh)
I brush my teeth and count my guala-la
First things first
I'ma eat this beat, no Ramadan
First things first (uh)
I'ma super smash like Donkey Kong, whoa

Hold up, we don't need that since
We be the bestest
Money excessive
Baby Gravy always in the house, expenses
From the ceiling to the floor
Love a depressed bitch
Cry with my exes
Spit so fastest
Baby got cleft lip
Japanese girl, she electrics
Wanna stay, she need to go

Give your bitch dome, then I take a lift home (whoa)
Strapped akimbo, diamonds on my lymph nodes

A, B, C, D, E, F your bitch and keep it G
Got the H up on my waist to match the Hermes on my feet
I got my iPhone filled with fine hoes like J Beibs
And I feel like Kay Dee mixed with Ellen, I stack cheese
I count my M's until the end
I'm just like Oprah, pushin' P
Keep the hoes up in my arms in my estate while sipping tea
You see me, Louie V, W is every week
Just so my ex bitch can see why is this shit so easy

First things first
I wake up and get pu-na-na-na
First things first (uh)
I brush my teeth and count my guala-la
First things first
I'ma eat this beat, no Ramadan
First things first (uh)
I'ma super smash like Donkey Kong, whoa

Hold up, we don't need that since
We be the bestest
Money excessive
Baby Gravy always in the house, expenses
From the ceiling to the floor
Love a depressed bitch
Cry with my exes
Spit so fastest
Baby got cleft lip
Japanese girl, she electrics
Wanna stay, she need to go (yeah)

Feeling like I'm Gary Vee, I love my affirmation
She love Baby Gravy 3, we are her inspiration
If there ain't no compensation, there gon' be a complication
Looked down at my wrist, I see a shining star, constellation
Front door open, meet the Jehova
Red bottom Asics, up like Oprah Winfrey
She wanna be a witness
Beggin' for a dick pic
Merry, merry Christmas

Bored as hell, boy, I might start a restaurant (Vietnamese)
Holy guacamole, 'bout to nut, yeah, this my denouement

First things first
I wake up and get pu-na-na-na
First things first (uh)
I brush my teeth and count my guala-la
First things first
I'ma eat this beat, no Ramadan
First things first (uh)
I'ma super smash like Donkey Kong, whoa

Hold up, we don't need that since
We be the bestest
Money excessive
Baby Gravy always in the house, expenses
From the ceiling to the floor
Love a depressed bitch
Cry with my exes
Spit so fastest
Baby got cleft lip
Japanese girl, she electrics
Wanna stay, she need to go

Written by:
Alexander Gumuchian, Matthew Hauri, Christian Michael Dold, David Bradley Wilson

Publisher:
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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