Off the Goop Songtext
von BABY GRAVY
Off the Goop Songtext
Ayy, uh-huh
Off the molly (off the molly), off the bean (off the bean)
What′s this boy doin' lookin′ so clean? (So clean)
She gon' call me (ring ring), I'll do anything (anything)
Back in Cali′ (Cali′), smokin' big weed (big weed)
Like sheesh, I might have to cool down, bringin′ all the heat
I know that's your shorty but she feelin′ on my meat
If I hit it once, I'ma pass her to the team (to the team)
I don′t want her twice, no, that bitch is not for me (not for me)
She a nympho, rather be stayin' makin' that peso
But I can′t say no to a filthy rich girl, got my mom with bankrolls (is she rich?)
Pipe the girl, got the bag, took both options (oof)
Say hello to my dentist ′cause I'm flossin′ (yuh)
Financially you stable, make it rain like Mary Poppins
Shootin' creamy threes like half a pint deep I′m Basket Robbins (smoke a fudge)
She pull and tuck my shit like, bitch, I'm not a Bop-It (woah) (bbno$)
Y′all actin' sussy, yeah, I think you better stop it
Woo, bitch, stop it
Drippin' like a faucet if you gettin′ out of pocket
Said I walk in this bitch with a limp like Stephen Hawking (god damn)
And I pull up on your crib and I walk in without knockin′
Just to take your Christmas stocking
And some top quick, 'cause your mama hot, bitch
But she really thoughtful, bro, she got your ass a Bop It
She be tryna roleplay, call me Gravy Crockett (oh)
Gravy Train nature, boy, Ric Flair pop shit, baby
Off the molly (off the molly), off the bean (off the bean)
What′s this boy doin' lookin′ so clean? (So clean)
She gon' call me (ring ring), I′ll do anything (anything)
Back in Cali' (Cali'), smokin′ big weed (big weed)
Like sheesh, I might have to cool down, bringin′ all the heat
I know that's your shorty but she feelin′ on my meat
If I hit it once, I'ma pass her to the team (to the team)
I don′t want her twice, no, that bitch is not for me (not for me)
Baby Gravy 2, baby, what the fuck is up, shorty?
We got Cuco in this hoe, he pulled up with the blunts
We got the heat, we got the heat, baby (brr)
So much heat, bitch, I think I'm Pat Riley (oh)
I just hit your bitch with the double fuckin′ smiley (ooh)
Gravy lil' spoon, yeah, I got your hoe behind me
You a lil' bitch, everyday my phone reminds me
Wor-Wor-Workin′ all night got her thinking ′bout the dick shift
Teddy Pendergrass with the god damn pimp shit
Pulled up for the neck, left neck covered in lipstick
Still hittin' that nurse so I stay with the limp wrist
I can′t find my fifth wrist, you talkin' like a bitch, you gon′ get yourself dismissed
Baby, no business, wait, bitch, I'm ′bout my business
Gravy and I bust through the door
Then we hit the dance floor and your bitch couldn't resist (bbno$)
It's bbno$
We got Yung Gravy in this bitch, we got Cuco in this bitch
We in the dance floor, we just poppin′ (uh)
We dancin′ with your lady, we gonna have a good ass time
We drink tequila, baby, we gonna keep on goin' crazy
Off the molly (off the molly), off the bean (off the bean)
What′s this boy doin' lookin′ so clean? (So clean)
She gon' call me (ring ring), I'll do anything (anything)
Back in Cali′ (Cali′), smokin' big weed (big weed)
Like sheesh, I might have to cool down, bringin′ all the heat
I know that's your shorty but she feelin′ on my meat
If I hit it once, I'ma pass her to the team (to the team)
I don′t want her twice, no, that bitch is not for me (not for me)
She a nympho, rather be stayin' makin' that peso
But I can′t say no to a filthy rich girl, got my mom with bankrolls (is she rich?)
Pipe the girl, got the bag, took both options (oof)
Say hello to my dentist ′cause I'm flossin′ (yuh)
Financially you stable, make it rain like Mary Poppins
Shootin' creamy threes like half a pint deep I′m Basket Robbins (smoke a fudge)
She pull and tuck my shit like, bitch, I'm not a Bop-It (woah) (bbno$)
Y′all actin' sussy, yeah, I think you better stop it
Woo, bitch, stop it
Drippin' like a faucet if you gettin′ out of pocket
Said I walk in this bitch with a limp like Stephen Hawking (god damn)
And I pull up on your crib and I walk in without knockin′
Just to take your Christmas stocking
And some top quick, 'cause your mama hot, bitch
But she really thoughtful, bro, she got your ass a Bop It
She be tryna roleplay, call me Gravy Crockett (oh)
Gravy Train nature, boy, Ric Flair pop shit, baby
Off the molly (off the molly), off the bean (off the bean)
What′s this boy doin' lookin′ so clean? (So clean)
She gon' call me (ring ring), I′ll do anything (anything)
Back in Cali' (Cali'), smokin′ big weed (big weed)
Like sheesh, I might have to cool down, bringin′ all the heat
I know that's your shorty but she feelin′ on my meat
If I hit it once, I'ma pass her to the team (to the team)
I don′t want her twice, no, that bitch is not for me (not for me)
Baby Gravy 2, baby, what the fuck is up, shorty?
We got Cuco in this hoe, he pulled up with the blunts
We got the heat, we got the heat, baby (brr)
So much heat, bitch, I think I'm Pat Riley (oh)
I just hit your bitch with the double fuckin′ smiley (ooh)
Gravy lil' spoon, yeah, I got your hoe behind me
You a lil' bitch, everyday my phone reminds me
Wor-Wor-Workin′ all night got her thinking ′bout the dick shift
Teddy Pendergrass with the god damn pimp shit
Pulled up for the neck, left neck covered in lipstick
Still hittin' that nurse so I stay with the limp wrist
I can′t find my fifth wrist, you talkin' like a bitch, you gon′ get yourself dismissed
Baby, no business, wait, bitch, I'm ′bout my business
Gravy and I bust through the door
Then we hit the dance floor and your bitch couldn't resist (bbno$)
It's bbno$
We got Yung Gravy in this bitch, we got Cuco in this bitch
We in the dance floor, we just poppin′ (uh)
We dancin′ with your lady, we gonna have a good ass time
We drink tequila, baby, we gonna keep on goin' crazy
Writer(s): Matthew Hauri, Alexander Gumuchian, Christopher Kulis, Omar Bason, Matthew Engelwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
