[Intro]

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

It's Jason Rich, baby

Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

Ohh, baby

[Chorus]

Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)

She was your B, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)

Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)

I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic

[Post-Chorus]

Pull up on a bitch it get steamy

Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie (Ayy)

Got that sauce, Fettuccine; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ayy)

Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach

Wit a bad bitch, she Finnish

Gravy get near, your career get finished

[Verse 1]

I'm like open sesame, now your bitch right next to me

Pipe up, that's my destiny, call that shit finnessery, baby

Ooh, that's a flex; do a little trick, now your bitch is your ex

Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah)

Flexin' ain't too complex, baby

[Bridge]

Alaka-fuckin'-zam

I'm like, "Bitch, who is your mans?"

Abracadabra with these hands

Hit yo' bitch with the shazam

[Chorus]

Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)

She was your B, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)

Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)

I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic

[Post-Chorus]

Pull up on a bitch and get steamy

Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie, baby

Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ooh)

Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach

Wit a bad bitch, she Finnish

Gravy get near, your career get finished

[Verse 2]

I'm so sorry, that I had to end it

Gravy serve it up like I'm playin' fuckin' tennis

2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate

Gravy took your bitch, that's a fuckin' epidemic (Crazy)

Hit a bird call and your bitch come hither

Your bitch hit my line and the goods get delivered

Pull up and I splash like a motherfuckin' river

Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver

[Outro]

Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)

She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)

Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)

I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic

Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum