Swimming Lessons

It's Gravy, baby

When I hit your lady

She started singin'

(In this bitch with Jason Rich)

Singin' like

Oh, god damn, oh, god damn

Shawty singing while I slam, like

Oooh, alakazam

Oh, god damn, oh, god damn

Gravy clap like it's my hands, ayy

Hit her with that dick, now she sing like Stevie Nicks

Hit her with that sauce, turned her to Diana Ross, yeah

Ooh, round of applause, yeah

Shawty saw my ice and sang like Barbra Streisand

Gravy could teach you to sing (Sing)

Gravy could teach you to fly (Fly)

Gravy could teach you to ball (Ball)

Gravy could teach you to ride (Ride)

Your mother taught me to sing (And fuck)

When I was only a child (A child)

Shawty picked me up from school

Went to the crib and I clapped cheeks

Oh, what a feeling

God damn, shawty is singin'

That sound good, I must be hittin' it

That sound nice, she can make millions

Goodness gracious, I'ma make music

I'ma go crazy, I'ma gеt to it

Your mom taught me, now I'm fluent

Hear that voicе every time I do it

Oh, god damn, oh, god damn

Shawty singing while I slam, like

Ooh, alakazam

Oh, god damn, oh, god damn

Gravy clap like it's my hands, ayy

Hit her with that dick, now she sing like Stevie Nicks

Hit her with that sauce, turned her to Diana Ross, yeah

Ooh, round of applause, yeah

Shawty saw my ice and sang like Barbra Streisand

And I pulled up on your momma, tryna get a singin' lesson

But I always be forgettin' that I always be finessin'

All she really ever do is give me swimmin' lessons

I be swimmin' all up in that ass from seven to eleven

And you know I hit the breaststroke, I hit the best stroke

So pull up on a kid, mama, let's go

Ooh, ayy, let me add some Gravy sauce

I lay the pipe, fool

I stay in that ass

Gravy a god damn blast, a blast

Yeah, a blast from the past

I clap on that ass, I clap on it fast

My foot on the gas, yeah, I smash then I smash

She pick me up from class, all I speak is ass

It's Gravy train, baby, talkin' ass, ass, ass