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Yung Gravy – bussin! Lyrics

Yung Gravy bussin Lyrics

Bussin’
Gravy Y2K that’s bussin’

Ooh
Said I wasn’t gon’ hit, fuck it
Gravy always make it rain buckets
Lil’ mama said she clean, don’t trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus
Yeah, yo girl with the yay, bussin’
Timepiece pink face, bussin’
Chimichurri on a steak, bussin’
And when I’m with your bae, bussin’

Shorty said she clean, uh
Suspect

I double wrap ’cause the ass rambunctious (Rambunctious)
Hair luscious
Said she out my league but I did her justice
Lil’ mama suck it up like she Kirby
Horses in the whip like the Kentucky Derby (Giddie up)
I don’t play golf but I stay with the Birdies
Bitch, I’m dumb cold call me, Mr. McFlurry

Said I wasn’t gone hit (Hit, hit, hit)
Fuck it
Gravy always make it rain buckets
Lil’ mama said she clean, don’t trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus
Yeah, yo girl with the yay, bussin’
Timepiece pink face, bussin’
Chimichurri on a steak, bussin’
And when I’m with your bae, bussin’

Ran off with your bitch, I said vamoose
Fresh as hell, always in the tan suit
Spittin’ rhymes, gettin’ dimes, call me Dr. Seuss
Feel like lucky charms, bitch, I got a pot of loot
Fuck that runway, I wear Gap
Ghost ride one way Cadillac
Eat fresh, Subway with the pack
Sippin’ tea with your love young chap
(Shut the fuck up)

Said I wasn’t gone hit (Hit, hit, hit)
Fuck it
Gravy always make it rain buckets
Lil’ mama said she clean, don’t trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus
Yo girl with the yay, bussin’
Timepiece pink face, bussin’
Chimichurri on a steak, bussin’
And when I’m with your bae, bussin’