Cheerios - bbno$, Lil Tracy

Uh, bbno$

Uh, uh, bbno$

Hoe!

Uh, uh, bbno$

Woah!

Not Cheerios but I nut in your honey

Look at my wrist and you know it’s straight money

Ooh, ain’t funny

Ooh, shut the fuck up

There ain’t no difference between me and you

I’m boomin' in the coupe, sippin' off a soup

Double up I think I’m gonna do

Shine my gold 'cus I got something that your hallowed on my tooth

I’m always scheming in the booth, booth

Never going to shoo shoo, lifting up her tutu

Fuck with me in Blues Clues, play with me and you lose

I’m at your mommas house so take up all the opportunities to play with you

My bitch might dunk on your bitch 'cus she six foot

Pull up in the fur coat, lookin' like I’m bigfoot

And I got the ice upon my wrist so I get looks

Gravy in the kitchen, now you pull up, you gon' get cooked

If you want the Baby Gravy, we gonna supply

Saw the look in the eyes yeah, buns like Kaiser

Baby Gravy, course we know she needs an appetizer

Ice be dripping so much I think we hypnotize her

Hypnotizer, booty scuba diver

Gravy splash on ya bitch then I high five her

Baby the supplier, pants on fire

Gas in my pockets and Versace on my visor

Teenie tiny rocks up on my teeth, I gotta shine

I gotta floss, I’m sippin' Voss

Your girl stuck to me just like moshy

On my waist just like a gloshy

Get me sloppy

Need a mop

I’m 'bout my business

Busy signing checks to take me out of all the debt

Bitches debt, steaming to your head

Take your mama on a moped

Gravy posted in your bitches bed, bed spread and a Snuggie

Gravy on the beat make your mama do the dougie

Gravy so young, you might catch me in the Huggies

Booster seat, road head, Volkswagen buggy

Boy you ugly, scrubby, sauce with the chutney

Run up on a bitch like I’m playing fuckin' rugby

I don’t do clans 'cus I’m really with the shit

You boys a pussy boy you better

Drop the, girl give me

Rolly on my wrist

I don’t know which I wanna wife

I got the rolly on my right

I swipe your bitch just for one night, ay

Money low, gotta get it up, it’s a pep talk

Cole slaw, mail gang

Bitch I let my chain swang

Gritty gang, dirty words, clean club, lean

Stunt gang, first name, booty with my gang (baby)

Aye, you don’t get it

You really don’t get it, you know

Gravy and I, we the Baby Gravy

And all these girls out here in the world

Tryin' to find their Baby Gravy

But you know one thing?

We ain’t gon' supply