Song Lyrics

Ayy man, the, the f*ck 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
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
And that's yo girl in this case
And I know you wanna hate
But just wait you're doing great
You ain't do shit and you made my day
I evade the police ridin' on a pony
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 makin' 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
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)

Find us on a yacht on 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 shot 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

Thought she was a diva
Lil' diva
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
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)

Matthew Hauri, Alexander Leon Gumuchian