Benihana Ft. Yung Gravy Prod. Son BABY GRAVY

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[Intro: bbno$]
Uh, bbno$
Literally just started this song
Already announced it and gon' finish it
Skrrrr
Hey man, I'm sick as fuck

[Hook: bbno$]
Flexin' with your bitch on the low low (Low low)
And she's crawlin' back like a yo-yo (Yo-yo)
Feelin' quite fast, I don't touch coke (Touch coke)
Bust 5, clip 5 torso (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
Ooh, run it
Lil' bitch, now you done it
Flexin' on a hunnid (Thousand)
Got that Gucci luggage (Uh)
Just playin' bitch
Gravy got the JanSport
Skrtin' when I transport
All yo' money damn short (WOAH)
Pull up on that bitch, chutney on her lip (Ay ay)
Yokohama bitch, Benihana shit (Ay ay)
That's that sauce (Sauce)
My bitch thick like Ross (Whoa)
Baby Jesus gave me teeth just so I could floss (SKEET)
Baby Gravy got that mofuckin' chemistry (Flexin')
Nah, lil' bitch, I don't like your energy
I come for yo' head like a mofuckin' Kennedy (Oops)
That's my remedy
That's just how it's meant to be

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