Slime Season 7 - T.C Aveboi, Yung Gravy

Uh, yeah

Picked up and waited for you clientele

Uh, pussy you a dumb boy I wish you well

Uh, lighted up the ground boy I had to get a grill

Yeah, I might take off if I take another chill

My momma said boy don’t you worry, just worry about yourself

I got coma garson, I can not do no wrong

I was running something else, now it’s findy under that belt

And they washing every stilt, and those haters everywhere

And the bitches take me there, and the pills just take me there

Swag on swag on me I swear, got a bag on me I swear

And my pistol take you here

And you make me better, least I won’t be better

And my wrist is where it at

Playing 21 with yo bitch, 720 with the wrist

Gravy just tipped it so she lost her points real quick

Aw shit, cross her up slick

360 dunk so it’s 21 to 6

(Gravy Train)

Said I’m always packing 6 hoes just like a revolver

If you want the beef I can take your ass to Culver’s

Call me Mr Butter 'cause you know I spread the love

I’m with your bitch in the tub man that’s rub-a-dub dub

Yeah I’m with a bitch named Gladys

All my bitches is the baddest

Avery and Yung Gravy on that fucking flex status

Oh shucks, Gravy got the bucks

Pull up on the scene in a baby blue tux

Uh, Goddamn