Swimming Lessons - Yung Gravy

It’s Gravy, baby

When I hit your lady, she started singing

Singing like

Oh God damn, oh God damn

Shawty singing while I slam, like

Ooh, alakazam

Oh God damn, oh God damn

Gravy clap like it’s my hands, ayy

Hit her with that dick, now she sing like Stevie Nicks

Hit her with that sauce, turn her to Diana Ross, yeah

Ooh, round of applause, yeah

Shawty saw my ice and

Gravy can teach you to sing

Gravy can teach you to fly

Gravy can teach you to ball

Gravy can teach you to ride

Y’all was who taught me to sing when I was only a child

Shorty picked me up from school, went to the crib and I clapped cheeks

Over the feeling, God damn, shorty is singing

That sound good, I must be hittin' it

That sound nice, she can make millions

Goodness gracious, I’ma make music

I’ma go crazy, I’ma get to it

Your mom taught me, now I’m fluent

Hear that voice every time I do it

Oh God damn, oh God damn

Shawty singing while I slam, like

Ooh, alakazam

Oh God damn, oh God damn

Gravy clap like it’s my hands, ayy

Hit her with that dick, now she sing like Stevie Nicks

Hit her with that sauce, turn her to Diana Ross, yeah

Ooh, round of applause, yeah

Shawty saw my ice and

I pull up on your momma, tryna get a singing lesson

But I always be forgetting that I always be finessing

All she really ever do is give me swimming lessons

I be swimming all up in that ass from 7 to 11

And you know I hit the breaststroke, it the best stroke

So pull up on a kid, momma, let’s go

Ooh, ayy, let me add some Gravy sauce

I lay the pipe fool

I stay in that ass

Gravy a God damn blast, blast, yeah, a blast from the past

I clap on that ass, I clap on it fast

My foot on the gas, yeah, I smash then I smash

She pick me up from class, all I speak is ass

It’s Gravy train, baby, talkin' ass, ass, ass

La la la la, la la la la

La la la la la, la la la