Clock - Yung Gravy

God damn baby

You ever look down at your wrist and see a little snow man?

It’s crazy

They must be filming the new Ice Age movie or somethin'

I don’t need a clean version 'cause this shit is clean already

Flew down to Atlanta just so I could get some fetty

And so I could see my Jewish bitch, she’s bad her name is Betty

And I like to keep her 'round 'cause she make that mean spaghetti

That’s that mean shit, that clean shit, I pull up on yo seamstress

I might just drop this album 'cause this shit is fuckin' seamless

I mail it to your crib 'cause I’m all about convenience

I piped all my professors so Yung Gravy on the Dean’s List

Ay, when I’m on the beat I’m viscious

Gravy got the sauce, so I keep yo bitch nutritious

Now her man’s lookin' so suspitious

'Bout to be flexin' like Christmas, booty be lookin' delicious

It be misty when I talk, see the way I walk

Furry Gucci slippers when I pull up on your block

All these birds, I gotta flock

See the way I walk

Wrist so wrist so chilly got a snow man on my clock

I create a fuckin' blizzy 'cause it’s misty when I talk

When I talk, when I talk, when I talk, with yo thot

And my wrist is wrist is chilly, I got Frosty on my clock

On my clock, on my clock, on my clock, on my clock (Whoa)

I ain’t really Jewish, but I gotta flex on Hannukah

Threesome with yo aunty and a barber named Veronica

Serenade your bitch with Bing Crosby on harmonica

I’m covered in ice, but I’m raising the thermometer

Piping your bitch in the grass, she shakin' ass, Gravy be skippin' the class

Fucking yo bitch is my task, you don’t even ask, Gravy so cold like Alaska

Maybe Nebraska, give up on asthma, up in the sky like I’m NASA

, you a lil rascal, cover your bitch in Tabasco (uh)

I’m mixin' gin with the Kool-Aid

Back of the Benz with your boo thang

Police just told me to freeze and I told them I’m so it’s already too late

Ice in my genetics, I came out the womb frozen

I can say a couple words to your lady and get chosen

Thanks for tunin' into the smooth sounds of Yung Gravy

A.K.A Lil Steamer

Keepin' y’all warm when it’s chilly baby

Keepin' y’all warm when it’s chilly

The song’s not over, I feel like a four leaf clover

I got lucky with yo mama and your Rabbi on Passover

In the Rover

I hit your sister up every time that I’m hungover

'Cause my head hurts and I need some fuckin' booty to lay over

It be misty when I talk, see the way I walk

Furry Gucci slippers when I pull up on your block

All these birds, I gotta flock

See the way I walk

Wrist so wrist so chilly got a snow man on my clock

I create a fuckin' blizzy 'cause it’s misty when I talk

When I talk, when I talk, when I talk, with yo thot

And my wrist is wrist is chilly, I got Frosty on my clock

On my clock, on my clock, on my clock, on my clock (Whoa)

Pour some gravy on it

Pour some gravy on it