Whip a Tesla BABY GRAVY

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[Intro]
bbno$

[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Whip a Tesla, spinners lookin' kinda extra (Extra)
Find me bumpin’ up my fees, I'm sorry that I'm clever
Wear a cap and gown like how the hell this make me better?
Dodge my ex’s texts (Thot), now she sendin' letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, "Nope," like I'm fuckin' Chuck Testa
Thottie gon' finesse so I'm namin' her Vanessa

[Verse 1: bbno$]
I told that mom to call me never 'less we talkin’ cheddar
I got my money up from where it was, my main endeavor (Yup)
This money growin’ faster than myself, it's hard to measure
I’m four-foot-two, my racks not pretty, girls, I love 'em never, woah

[Verse 2: Yung Gravy]
Whip electric, pockets lookin' hectic
Butterfly doors when I let your bitch exit
Look majestic, move onto my next bitch
She look 42, man, I think I'm dyslexic

[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Whip a Tesla, spinners lookin’ kinda extra (Extra)
Find me bumpin' up my fees, I'm sorry that I'm clever
Wear a cap and gown like how the hell this make me better?
Dodge my ex's texts (Thot), now she sendin' letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, "Nope," like I'm fuckin' Chuck Testa
Thottie gon' finesse so I'm namin' her Vanessa

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