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Yung Gravy – Whip a Tesla Lyrics

Whip a Tesla by Yung Gravy


Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
It’s Jason Rich, baby
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Ohh, baby

Gravy get near, your b---- disappear, I call that s--- magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain’t that s--- tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that s--- automatic (Woah)
I’m castin’ spells, you takin’ L’s, s--- is fantastic

Pull up on a b---- it get steamy
Think I’m Houdini, lookin’ like a genie (Ayy)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ayy)
S---, I’m in it, eatin’ that God damn spinach
Wit a bad b----, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished

I’m like open sesame, now your b---- right next to me
Pipe up, that’s my destiny, call that s--- finnessery, baby
Ooh, that’s a flex; do a little trick, now your b---- is your ex
Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah)
Flexin’ ain’t too complex, baby

Alaka-f-----’-zam
I’m like, “B----, who is your mans?”
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit yo’ b---- with the shazam

Gravy get near, your b---- disappear, I call that s--- magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain’t that s--- tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that s--- automatic (Woah)
I’m castin’ spells, you takin’ L’s, s--- is fantastic

Pull up on a b---- and get steamy
Think I’m Houdini, lookin’ like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ooh)
S---, I’m in it, eatin’ that God damn spinach
Wit a bad b----, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished

I’m so sorry, that I had to end it
Gravy serve it up like I’m playin’ f-----’ tennis
2018, I’ll be runnin’ for the Senate
Gravy took your b----, that’s a f-----’ epidemic (Crazy)
Hit a bird call and your b---- come hither
Your b---- hit my line and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a motherfuckin’ river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver

Gravy get near, your b---- disappear, I call that s--- magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain’t that s--- tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that s--- automatic (Woah)
I’m castin’ spells, you takin’ L’s, s--- is fantastic
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum


Yung Gravy Lyrics


“Whip a Tesla” Released on May 31, 2019