Suavecito - Yung Gravy, D.R.A.M.

Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean

Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin gas and I’m coastin'

Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion

Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion

Souped up in the real smooth material

Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal

That’s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal

I became your dad that’s a motherfucking miracle

See me running to that Guap, pockets got the guala

Bentley flip flops got me lookin like a balla Igoudala

Sippin in the morning lookin like a Alcoholic

But I’m not, I just wake up sip a cup and fuckin frolic

Gravy and yo bitch boutta smash like a comet

Pounds in my pockets and them pesos in my wallet

IPhone 5 but yo bitch tryna call it

Said she want the splash so I’m turning on the faucet

Cuddled up with yo girl smokin on cabana

Me and DRAM with your mama lit in the Bahamas

Damn she bad, she a bad mama jama

I’m in my pajamas getting topped up in the Honda

That’s the civic

Got these bitches livid

Gravy so exquisite when I pull up and I whip it

All these bitches tippin

I ain’t even stripping

Reflections off my wrist leaving em blinded leave em trippin

Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean

Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin gas and I’m coastin'

Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion

Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion

Souped up in the real smooth material

Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal

That’s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal

I became your dad that’s a motherfucking miracle

Aye, Look

Pull up to new spot on

At the new lot, on the top won’t go to your boo’s spot it’s too packed it’s too

hot

We would rather cool at mine shoot the breeze

Fuck two times

We would rather do a line than wait outside

I don’t do lines

Overhead like rooftops

And blue skies and chem trails down to earth like green grass and pavements and

trash cans

I been talkin' trash please don’t wash my mouth with soap

I be talkin' cash and that’s as dirty as it goes

Make it flip, flip, flip like three gymnastics at the first olympics In Greece

and Athens

Your ho on the Gravy Train, just thotin and that’s it

Hope your on the paper chasin' not chasen that bitch

Yeah

Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean

Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin gas and I’m coastin'

Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion

Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion

Souped up in the real smooth material

Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal

That’s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal

I became your dad that’s a motherfucking miracle