Yung Gravy - bussin!

Bussin'
Gravy, Y2K, that's bussin'
Ooh

Said I wasn't gon' hit? Fuck it
Gravy always make it rain buckets
Lil' mama said she clean? Don't trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? Bussin'
Time piece pink face? Bussin'
Chimichurri on a steak? Bussin'
And when I'm with your bae? Bussin'

Shawty said she clean? (Huh)
Uh, suspect
I double wrap 'cause the ass rambunctious (rambunctious)
Hair? Luscious
Said she out my league, but I did her justice
Lil' mama suck it up like she Kirby
Horses in the whip like the Kentucky Derby (giddy up)
I don't play golf, but I stay with the birdies
Bitch I'm dumb cold, call me Mr. McFlurry

Said I wasn't gon' hit (hit, hit, hit)

(Whoa) fuck it
Gravy always make it rain buckets
Lil' mama said she clean? Don't trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? Bussin'
Time piece pink face? Bussin'
Chimichurri on a steak? Bussin'
And when I'm with your bae? Bussin'

Ran off with your bitch, I said, "Vamoose" (who?)
Fresh as hell, always in the tan suit
Spittin' rhymes, gettin' dimes, call me Dr. Seuss
Feel like Lucky Charms, bitch I got a pot o' loot
Fuck that runway, I wear a Gap
Ghostride, one way, Cadillac
Eat fresh, Subway with the pack
Sippin' tea, with your love, young chap (shut the fuck up)

Said I wasn't gon' hit (hit, hit, hit)

(Whoa) fuck it
Gravy always make it rain buckets
Lil' mama said she clean? Don't trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? Bussin'
Time piece pink face? Bussin'
Chimichurri on a steak? Bussin'
And when I'm with your bae? Bussin'

Written by:
Ari Starace, Matthew Hauri

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

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