"af1 2.0" lyrics
lilbubblegum & Yung Gravy Lyrics
Woah
On your knees, ayy
Dum-dum-na-na-na-na
It's Gravy, baby, through your hoe
Uh, Gravy, bubblegum gon' fuck on your lady
Yeah, ayy, uh
(It's Jason Rich, baby)
All-black AF 1's
Cake and rum, my bitch born in '81
Y'all makin' fun? I'm makin' funs
All your cap, I ain't fakin' none
Gravy Train and lilbubblegum
All aboard, bitch, buckle up
Double cup, hot butter rum
And your girlfriend call me sugarplum
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
Black fit, striped shirt lookin' clean
Colbie Caillat, free bands, got bubbly in my lean (Lean)
I don't give a fuck, 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 slut and she caked up, no make up and she feind it
Mighty Ducks, I'm cold as fuck
Icy boy, lil' polar plum
Slidin' through like hocky puck
Snow comin' (Wocky Slush)
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 shit 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 Mason's Mowers got my back
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
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 shit
Only wear the chains 'cause, bitch, I look gothic
I just want a goth bitch
I don't want no top, bitch
I just want your love, bitch
Is that shit enough, bitch?
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 bitch underneath
Hair luscious, chains bussin', solitaire earrings
On your knees, ayy
Dum-dum-na-na-na-na
It's Gravy, baby, through your hoe
Uh, Gravy, bubblegum gon' fuck on your lady
Yeah, ayy, uh
(It's Jason Rich, baby)
All-black AF 1's
Cake and rum, my bitch born in '81
Y'all makin' fun? I'm makin' funs
All your cap, I ain't fakin' none
Gravy Train and lilbubblegum
All aboard, bitch, buckle up
Double cup, hot butter rum
And your girlfriend call me sugarplum
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
Black fit, striped shirt lookin' clean
Colbie Caillat, free bands, got bubbly in my lean (Lean)
I don't give a fuck, 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 slut and she caked up, no make up and she feind it
Mighty Ducks, I'm cold as fuck
Icy boy, lil' polar plum
Slidin' through like hocky puck
Snow comin' (Wocky Slush)
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 shit 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 Mason's Mowers got my back
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
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 shit
Only wear the chains 'cause, bitch, I look gothic
I just want a goth bitch
I don't want no top, bitch
I just want your love, bitch
Is that shit enough, bitch?
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 bitch underneath
Hair luscious, chains bussin', solitaire earrings
