Yung Gravy – Sauvecito Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Gravy]
Jason Rich on the Beat, baby!

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
Ridin’ in the coupe, bumpin gas and I’m coastin’
Sippin’ on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the real smooth material
Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
That’s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
I became your dad that’s a motherfucking miracle

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
See me runnin’ to that guap, pockets got the gualla
Bentley flip flops got me lookin’ like a baller, Iguodala
Sippin’ in the morning looking like an alcoholic
But I’m not, I just wake up sippin’ cup and fuckin’ frolic
Gravy and your bitch gonna smash like a comet
Pounds in my pocket and the pesos in my wallet
IPhone 5, but your bitch tryna call it
Said she want the splash so I’m turning on the faucet
[?] with your girl, smokin’ on [?]
Me and DRAM with your mama lit in the Bahamas
Damn she bad, she a bad mama drama
I’m in my pajamas gettin’ topped up in the Honda
That’s the Civic, got these bitches in it
Gravy so exquisite when I pull up and I whip it
All these bitches tippin’, I ain’t even strippin’
Reflections off my wrist leave ’em blinded, leave ’em trippin’

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
Ridin’ in the coupe, bumpin gas and I’m coastin’
Sippin’ on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the real smooth material
Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
That’s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
I became your dad that’s a motherfucking miracle

[Verse 2: DRAM]
Pull up to the new spot on [?]
Imma take your boo spot, that’s too tight, that’s too hot
We would rather cool at mine, she can breeze, fuck two times
We would rather do a line and wait outside, I don’t do lines
Overhead like rooftops, and blue skies, and [?]
Diamond [?], trash can
‘Cause I been talkin’ trash, please don’t wash my mouth with soap
I be talkin’ cash and that’s as dirty as it goes
Make it flip, flip, flip like three gymnastics
[?]
Your ho on the Gravy Train, just stop and that’s it
Hope you on the paper chase and not chasin’ that bitch

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
Ridin’ in the coupe, bumpin gas and I’m coastin’
Sippin’ on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the real smooth material
Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
That’s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
I became your dad that’s a motherfucking miracle