LYRICS
Yung gravy, yung baby
'Course we're inside of your lady
Chasing money, whipping gravy
'Course you know I’m Kevin Spacey
Too much turkey in my body
Sip that lean, we ain't that crazy
Carpe daisy, Patrick Swayze
Got your mom, she outta daydream (skrrrr)
Dom Pérignon at the dinner table
Got your bitch trippin' on a live
Like I’m watching cable
And we got the honey jacket
Tastes like ****ing maple
And we chasin' with the gravy
That's a ****ing staple (yung, yung, yuuung)
What the **** did you marinate this steak
Because it's out of this world
You're killin' me with, no no it's a family secret
White New Balance, so you know I ain't trippin'
My girl thick but she sweet call her Kate Griffin
Oooh, yeah I’m flexin' in the visor
Your bitch had gravy for the ****ing appetizer
Me and baby act a fool off the Budweiser
Pull up in a splash like a mother****ing geyser
Whip so precise, that I almost hypnotised her
Fondue on that booty got me sayin' I’m a prize her
The wine your sippin' on is decent, but my glass is finer
I only got enough cash to take your girl to a diner
I’m playing footsies with your mom, yeah girl your family dinner
I might be stealing your wife but you know I ain't a sinner
So, who gone sit at a dinner table
Got your wife on stand, just a little later
Yeah, who gone sit at a dinner table
Yung gravy, yung baby yeah we
Yung gravy, yung baby
'Course we're inside of your lady
Chasing money, whipping gravy
'Course you know I’m Kevin Spacey
Too much turkey in my body
Sip that lean, we ain't that crazy
Carpe daisy, Patrick Swayze
Got your mom, she outta daydream (skrrr)
Dom Pérignon at the dinner table
Got your bitch trippin' on a live
Like I’m watching cable
And we got the honey jacket
Tastes like ****ing maple
And we chasin' with the gravy
That's a ****ing staple