​af1 2.0 lyrics

by

Yung Gravy


[Intro: Yung Gravy]
Woah
On your knees, ayy
Dum-dum-na-na-na-na
It's Gravy, baby, through your hoe
Uh, Gravy, bubble, gon' f*ck on your lady
Yeah, ayy, uh
(It's Jason Rich, baby)

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
All-black AF 1's
Cake and rum, my b*tch born in '81
Y'all makin' fun? I'm makin' funds
All your cap, I ain't fakin' none
Gravy Train and lilbubblegum
All aboard, b*tch, buckle up
Double cup, hot butter rum
And your girlfriend call me sugarplum

[Chorus: lilbubblegum]
Blue jeans, gold teeth
Air Force 1's on my feet
Red belt, chained down
All the way to my knees
Tommy shirt, chain smirk
Long-sleeve underneath
Hair dyed, brown eyes
Rockin' hoop earrings
[Verse 2: Yung Gravy, lilbubblegum]
Black fit, striped shirt lookin' clean
Colbie Caillat, free bands, got bubbly in my lean (Lean)
I don't give a f*ck, hoe, I ain't go to sleep
Mister Sandman, get the bands, and stackin', repeat
If I say something, I mean it
Base up and I lean it
With your main sl*t and she cakеd up, no make up and she feind it
Mighty Ducks, I'm cold as f*ck
Icy boy, lil' polar plum
Slidin' through likе hocky puck
Snow comin' (Wocky Slush)

[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
Air Force 1's when I came through steppin'
Walk with a lamp on a stairway to Heaven
Birds gon' flock, throwin' bread in my section
McFlurry wrist, they furious
On curry sh*t like Stephen (Woo)
My hoes got hoes and they be roarin' past
My bros got bros and they got hella straps
I know you know the kid don't ever lack
Slide through any city my Samoans got my back

[Chorus: lilbubblegum]
Blue jeans, gold teeth
Air Force 1's on my feet
Red belt, chained down
All the way to my knees
Tommy shirt, chain smirk
Long-sleeve underneath
Hair dyed, brown eyes
Rockin' hoop earrings
[Verse 4: lilbubblegum]
Goth boy, e-boy, that's the style I mess with
Skull ring, silver chain, and a lock necklace
Doc Martens, chain sparklin', tickin' off my checklist
Band tee, wrist clean, all the things I'm flexin'
Want that drip, want that drip? That's some goth sh*t
Only wear the chains 'cause, b*tch, I look gothic
I just want a goth b*tch
I don't want no top, b*tch
I just want your love, b*tch
Is that sh*t enough, b*tch?

[Verse 5: Yung Gravy]
Ksubi jeans, prolly' whites
Air Force 1's on my feet
Rollie gold, day-day, pink phase for my queen
Silk shirt, Howard Lurcker, got your b*tch underneath
Hair luscious, chains bussin', solitaire earrings
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