Apple Jacks - Yung Gravy

Got your bitch coming through to play some checkers

I haven’t even got to text her, well-known flexer (Oh)

I might dunk up on your bitch, Sam Dekker

I’ll send your bitch a fax (Whoa), wake up and smell the racks (Oh)

Pouring Colt 45 up in my Apple Jacks (Splash)

I eat some snacks, I pull off in the lack (Ooh, girl)

Bitch I might just pipe your bitch to some Nickelback

You can say I’m flexing

Your girl texting 'cause my wrist reflecting (Ice)

Bad bitch selection, thicker than a Houston Texas (Whoa)

Don’t be coming round with that hocus pocus (Oh)

I’d be fuckin' focused riding in that Ford Focus, or the Lotus (Ayy)

Thotties swarming like locusts (Ayy)

It ain’t hard to notice that your Gucci belt is bogus (Whoa)

Boy, that’s atrocious (Ooh), Gravy so ferocious (Shit)

Yo bitch bought me roses now she coming through for some osmosis

I’ll send your bitch a fax (Whoa), wake up and smell the racks (Oh)

Pouring Colt 45 up in my Apple Jacks (Splash)

I eat some snacks, I pull off in the lack (Ooh, girl)

Bitch I might just pipe your bitch to some Nickelback