Yung Gravy – bussin! Lyrics

Yung Gravy – bussin! Lyrics

​bussin! Lyrics By Yung Gravy

[Intro]
Bussin’!
Gravy, Y2K, that’s bussin’

[Chorus]
Said I wasn’t gonna hit? Fuck it
Gravy always makin’ rain, buckets
Lil’ momma said she clean? Don’t trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? Bussin’
Time piece pink face? Bussin’
Chimichurri on a steak? Bussin’
And when I’m wit’ yo bae? Bussin’

[Verse 1]
Shawty said she clean? (Huh)
Uhh, suspect
Double wrap ’cause the ass rambunctious (Rambunctious)
Hair? Luscious
Said she out my league, but I did her justice
Lil’ momma suck it up like she Kirby
Horses in the whip like the Kentucky Derby
I don’t play golf, but I stay with the birdies
Bitch I’m dumb cold, call me Mr. McFlurry

[Pre-Chorus]
Said I wasn’t gonna hit (Hit, hit, hit)

[Chorus]
Fuck it
Gravy always makin’ rain, buckets
Lil’ momma said she clean? Don’t trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? Bussin’
Time piece pink facе? Bussin’
Chimichurri on a steak? Bussin’
And when I’m wit’ yo bae? Bussin’

[Verse 2]
Ran off with your bitch, I said “vamoosе” (Who?)
Fresh as hell, always in a tan suit
Spittin’ rhymes, gettin’ dimes, call me Dr. Seuss
Feel like lucky charms, bitch I got a pot o’ loot
Fuck that, runway I wear a Gap
Ghostride, one way, Cadillac
Eat fresh, Subway with the pack
Sippin’ tea, with your love, young chap (Shut the fuck up)

[Pre-Chorus]
Said I wasn’t gonna hit (Hit, hit, hit, woah)

[Chorus]
Fuck it
Gravy always makin’ rain, buckets
Lil’ momma said she clean? Don’t trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? Bussin’
Time piece pink face? Bussin’
Chimichurri on a steak? Bussin’
And when I’m wit’ yo bae? Bussin’