BBNO$ - Cheerios

Song Rating: 8.78/10

Song lyrics:

[Yung Gravy:]
Not Cheerios but I nut in your honey
Look at my wrist and you know its straight money
Ooh, aint funny
Ooh, shut the f** up
[bbno$:]
There aint no difference between me and you
Boomin in the booth sippin off a soup
Double up I think Im going to do
Shout my go ‘cus I got something that your holdin on my tooth
Im always scheming in the booth (booth)
Never going to shoo shoo, lifting up her tutu
f** with me in Blues Clues, play with me and you lose
Im at your mommas house so take up all the opportunities to play with you

[Yung Gravy:]
My b**h might dunk on your b**h ‘cus she six foot
Pull up in the fur coat, lookin like Im 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

[bbno$:]
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

[Yung Gravy:]
Hypnotizer, booty scuba diver
Gravy splash on ya b**h then I high five her
Baby the supplier, pants on fire
Gas in my pockets and Versace on my visor

[bbno$:]
Teenie tiny rocks up on my teeth, I gotta shine
I gotta floss, Im sippin Voss
Your girl stuck to me just like moshy


On my waist just like a gloshy
Get me sloppy
Need a mop
Im bout my business
Busy signing checks to take me out of all the debt

[Yung Gravy:]
b**hes debt, steaming to your head
Take your mama on a moped
Gravy posted in your b**hes 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 b**h like Im playing f**in rugby

[bbno$:]
I dont do clans ‘cus im really with the sh**
You boys a p**y boy you better
Drop the {?}, girl give me {?}
Rolly on my wrist
I dont know which I wanna wife
I got the rolly on my right
{?} just one more night, ay
Money low, gotta get it up its a pep talk
Cole slaw, mail gang
b**h I let my chain swang
Gritty gang, dirty words, clean club, lean
Stunt gang, first name, booty with my gang (baby)

Aye, you dont get it
You really dont get it
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 aint gon supply

Date of text publication: 19.01.2021 at 00:03