It's All Gravy ft. Jigga J Da Gamespitta Lyrics

Dog shit

Raw shit

Whoa ni

Serve a lot entertainment

Real trap shit

Check it

Bags in niggas hatin but its all gravy

I got a band for every fuck nigga tryna play me

Last time I checked I been the goat if im not mistaken

On them Percocet thirties gettin geeked lately

Fucked a thousand some hoes made three babies

Compare these niggas to some pampers cuz they keep changin

She say doggy you the realest I say appreciate it

Let me slide one time ima keep skatin

Vacant sign on the house but it's not vacant

We in this bitch gas baggin and pot scrapin

Real money go getter I ain't got patience

I cannot quit shit never stopped chasin

Slashin prices on them pillows but im not Jason

He lived his life like grand theft auto and he got wasted

She sell pussy for the low but I'm not payin

Plus you stay on section eight hoe you basic

Dope sales off a metro

Im in that water doin the mudda fuckin breast stroke

Straight out the pickle jar it's greener than a gecko

Bitch make that booty clap yeah hear the echo

And I ain't lookin for no bangers I got several

Super stupid coogi look like fruity pebbles

Encrusted diamonds you could see em through the bezel

Trap life bmx drug pedal

Gimme head gimme throat gimme suction

Lay up on ya back open ya legs im bout it punch it

Im a red head a hot boy hot summer

She got that super soaker stupid wet fresh ocean

She got that pussy power like some weed that bitch potent

Let me dive in it ima hit it if its clean

Eat the pussy good lamb chops mashed potatoes with the gravy

Ima big boy I aint no little boy baby

Got a big chopper long extended with the curve

Aint no lying aint no capping that bullshit for the birds

If ya man aint doing right come over to jigga land

Throw that ass back and do it with no hands

Whoa and there ya have it

My boy rob da dog

Chickachickachicaka da game spitta

Locked in

I Cport savannah

We in this bitch nigga

We comin hard two thousand twenty four

Every year our year twenty for seven

Three sixty five my nigga we aint stopping

We keep going dog keep the ball rolling

All gas no brakes nigga

Huh Huh its gsm til the death of me