Clock Yung Gravy

[Intro]
God damn, baby
You ever look down at your wrist and see a little snow man sitting on it?
It's crazy
They must be filming the new Ice Age movie or somethin'
(It's Jason Rich baby)

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a clean version 'cause this shit is clean already
I just flew down to Atlanta just so I could get some fetti
And so I could see my Jewish bitch, she's bad, her name is Betty
And I like to keep her 'round because she make that mean spaghetti
That’s that mean shit, that clean shit
I pull up on yo seamstress
I might just drop this album 'cause this is shit is fucking seamless
And mail it to yo crib cause I’m all about convenience
I piped all my professors so Yung Gravy on the Dean’s List (Ayy)
When I’m on the beat I’m viscious
Gravy got the sauce so I keep your bitch nutritious (Yeah)
Now her mans looking so suspicious
Boutta be flexing like Christmas, booty be looking delicious

[Chorus]
It get misty when I talk
See the way I walk
Furry Gucci slippers when I pull up on yo block
All these birds I got a flock
See the way I walk
Wrist so fucking chilly got a snowman on my clock
I create a fuckin' blizzy 'cause it's misty when I talk
When I talk, when I talk, when I talk, with yo thot
And my wrist is fuckin' chilly, I got Frosty on my clock
On my clock, on my clock, on my clock, on my clock (Whoa)