Gravy - Warm Brew

Other people’s money

Other nigga’s bitches

New kicks new threads hitting other nigga’s switches

Too fresh I’m dead

David Byrne got these pussies talking head

Instead we talkin' bread now

I remember everything

Homies hatin' talkin' down

Bitches disrespectin' me

Givin me the run around

Money turn yo luck around

Women throw that ass around

That make me turn my head around

Now try to wrap yo head around

Hangin' out the moon roof

One chick three scoops

Presidential candidates I’m fucking on my stylist

Yo how you say you fresh as fuck

When you ain’t never freshen up

And I suggest you buckle up

That head so good you buckle

You wifing her you fuckin' up and you can’t tell that somethings up (Nah, no)

I could never buy it

My whole clique hit like David and Goliath

Yo police defiant

Smokin' and I’m flyin'

Two twomps — thumpin'

Like punches in a riot

And I’m ridin' with the homies 'cause it’s death around the corner

Ain’t nothin' funny get’yo money sunny Southern California

It got everything you need and everything want

Then she show her true colors and it’s everything you don’t

I got the henny and the weed so nigga take notes

Just the player of the year and I ain’t have to rig a vote look

I mob with the squad

Dawg with the squad daily

Don’t neva eva eva

Eva eva trynna play me

Game too cold

We so wavy

If homie talkin' bold

It’s all gravy

I mob with the squad

Dawg with the squad daily

Don’t neva eva eva

Eva eva trynna play me

Game too cold

We so wavy

If homie talkin' bold

It’s all gravy

What I do ain’t made for T. V

Winnin' like I’m Tiger cheating

Kinda like a Laker 3-peat

Bustin' booty

Grabbin cheechy

I’m a Mac

I’m 'bout my cheese

Reelin' bitches

Stay in season

You can sail the seven seas

And never find no one defeat him

Comin' from the land

Where the Doc 'n' Mac

Dre

California kid

Put a bitch on backpage

Pull up on a broad

Off a quad of Axe spray

Pull up at her house

Tell her man to valet

Smackin' that booty

Like I’m Dikembe

Rubbin' that booty like

There’s a genie

Smokin' my forest

Gotcha sayin' Jennay

Pupil my eyes 'bout the size

Of Pennays

Lobster Alfredo

On top of penne

Hit a Homerun

Every innin'

Don’t want it

Don’t begin it

Lookin' at life

Like what’s a limit

Walk in my shoes

Wouldn’t last a minute

Acid to me

Like Popeye’s spinach

Pass it to me

Mind sprewell spinnin'

Been this way since a kid

I ain’t kiddin'

Servin' this game

Girls smitten

Representin' well my town

My city

Any kinda trouble I’mma go and dive in it

For a piece of the pie

Took game

Made business

Made business

Hit the liquor store

XO my liver

A little Molly moll with a Merlot kicker

Way shit go with the one way sippers

I mob with the squad

Dawg with the squad daily

Don’t neva eva eva

Eva eva trynna play me

Game too cold

We so wavy

If homie talkin' bold

It’s all gravy

I mob with the squad

Dawg with the squad daily

Don’t neva eva eva

Eva eva trynna play me

Game too cold

We so wavy

If homie talkin' bold

It’s all gravy