yup! - Yung Gravy

Oye

Mamita rica, che madame

Pa' que lo goce

¡Ajá!

Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh)

Gravy get it buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)

Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)

I be like, «Yup, bitch, that’s how I be livin'» (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

And your bitch say, «Wassup?»

Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)

«Gravy, let me fuck,» ooh, I’ll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)

I ain’t bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)

So I say, «Yup, baby girl, I’ma hit it,» I’ma hit it, baby

Ayy, don’t you fuck with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers

When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher

I be cookin' up, I’m the young Betty Crocker (Ooh)

Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker

Hannah Montana, I got th juice, I got the Fanta

I got the juic, like a banana

I got the juice, like Tropicana

I make gas, I got gelato

I’ma splash, I’m like a bottle

Got pizazz like it’s my motto

I’m tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado and then I’ma smash

Gravy got your boo though

She sittin' in my jacuzzi (Ooh)

I think I need a few more

Yeah, and if you got the Henny, pour it up!

When I walk in the building (Ooh)

Gravy get it buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)

Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)

I be like, «Yup, bitch, that’s how I be livin'» (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

And your bitch say, «Wassup?»

Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)

«Gravy, let me fuck,» ooh, I’ll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)

I ain’t bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)

So I say, «Yup, baby girl, I’ma hit it,» I’ma hit it, baby

Yup, she said yup, I said yup

I pull up, I clap, yup, yup, yup, baby (I'ma hit it, baby)

And if that bitch can clip her seat belt on the first try then she ain’t my

type (I need a thiccy)

Gravy need a bitch with an ass so fat that it makes it hard to live her life

(Goddamn)

And I’ma get the bands even if I don’t want to

If you smell like Black & Milds, baby, I don’t want you

Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I’m fondue

All of y’all been on one, congrats, bitch, I’m on two

She call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce, baby

Get the fuck off my lawn, now get lost, baby

Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost

Eighty bitches in my crib, goin' through 'em, Randy Moss, baby

Ooh, pussy

Gravy

Woh

Hombre, no nací bailando

¡Ajá!

Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh)

Gravy get it buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)

Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)

I be like, «Yup, bitch, that’s how I be livin'» (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

And your bitch say, «Wassup?»

Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)

«Gravy, let me fuck,» ooh, I’ll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)

I ain’t bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)

So I say, «Yup, baby girl, I’ma hit it,» I’ma hit it, baby

Muchacho

Gravy está duro de verdad, ¿eh?

Woh

Hombre, no nací bailando

¡Ajá!