Pillow Fight

There's a Judas priest called uh - uh, turbo lover

(Okay), well I call this turbo gravy

It's a spoof on that

And it's basically taking gravy to the next level

Gravy train

Gravy on your b*tch, no worries

Look at my wrist, snow flurries

Tryna get a feature better hurry

Your momma make a real nice curry

Now I'm cookin; now I'm f**kin cookin

Gravy in the kitchen now everybody lookin

Just pass a boy a spatula

2018 you might see me on the bachelor

I don't make songs bi*tch, Gravy make hymns

Lit with ya b*tch, got the Ronnie and the Gin

Drip from the whip, so you know I'm taking wins

Pillow fight with your b*tch, shirts vs skins

I don't make songs b*tch, Gravy make hymns

Lit with ya b*tch, got the Ronnie and the Gin

Drip from the whip, so you know I'm taking wins

Pillow fight with your b*tch, shirts vs skins

Uh, your aunt like me cuz I'm ticklish

Roll up to her crib and she give me all the licorice

I been a menace, yeah I been a menace

Gravy all time most wanted by the dentist

Treat your main b*tch like lettuce

Treat your main b*tch like lettuce

I treat your main b*tch like lettuce

Cover up the booty with the dressing

Might be ranch or might be Italian

Pull up to the party in the Maserati Stallion

Ooh baby, that's horsepower

Lather up your lady with the gravy in the shower

Smelling like flowers; flexing after hours

Hit your b*tch with the one man Eiffel Tower

I don't make songs b*tch, Gravy make hymns

Lit with ya b*tch, got the Ronnie and the Gin

Drip from the whip, so you know I'm taking wins

Pillow fight with your b*tch, shirts vs skins

I don't make songs b*tch, Gravy make hymns

Lit with ya b*tch, got the Ronnie and the Gin

Drip from the whip, so you know I'm taking wins

Pillow fight with your b*tch, shirts vs skins

Gravy get close and your b*tch get excited

Face all delighted, looking like she tryna hide it

I been on the fruit smoothie cute booty diet

If I made a Gravy Train movie you would buy it

You would buy it

Everyone would cop it

Your girlfriends name in my locket

Bad b*tch with me on my rocket

And a lot of hundreds in my pocket

Too many racks in my pants

I'm just tryna walk, lookin like I'm tryna dance uh

Speaking Guapanese when I'm moving out in France

Gravy on the speakers now these thotties tryna prance

How about a mashed potato ice cream cone?

What do you think about that? (That's fun!)

Alright, you put a little scoop of gravy

It can be room temperature because your hand kind of warms up

It's like a - a drum stick

I don't make songs b*tch, Gravy make hymns

Lit with ya b*tch, got the Ronnie and the Gin

Drip from the whip, so you know I'm taking wins

Pillow fight with your b*tch, shirts vs skins

I don't make songs b*tch, Gravy make hymns

Lit with ya b*tch, got the Ronnie and the Gin

Drip from the whip, so you know I'm taking wins

Pillow fight with your b*tch, shirts vs skins