With Gravy Please Lyrics

I'ma let this shit ride for a minute

I need some time to think

Hoodie up, Treyvon, walkin' past K-9

With a whole oz of fire, I won't and I can't stop

Certified chain smoker, the demon up in my eyes

Face look like I'm playin' poker, you'll never guess what I got

I got me a lil' hood, bitch, that's droppin it like it's hot

Got me a goodie, good bitch, she ain't so good after all

Pack it out wall to wall, if ever I got a problem

I know who I need to call

Yeah, graduated from the streets, the knowledge ain't academic

I couldn't go outside, I was trappin' through the pandemic

I might crack a couple jokes, but I ain't anti-semitic

Sensitive or pathetic

I ain't signed to nobody, like, bitch, I ain't even read it

Heard a couple of rumors, aired it out, Joule$ dead it

I'm always my biggest critic, my palms always been itchin'

Eager to touch these millions, we restorin the feelin'

In moderation, I promise it ain't gon' kill em

Tryin' to get to the center, how many layers we peeling?

She lickin' it like a tootsie, the owl over there chillin

Like, what's it like gold grillin?

When people think you're the villain, but really somebody's hero

You'd think that we out here chillin', we workin for that dinero

Finally touched a million, started out at zero

Shit, I'm just glad that we here though

Far away from the weirdos

The ones that hate from the bleachers

I leave a fuck, speechless