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Yung Gravy – Whip A Tesla Lyrics

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Baby no money

Whip a Tesla, spinners looking kinda extra Extra
Find me bumping up my fees, Im sorry that Im clever
Wear a cap and gown like how the hell this make me better?
Dodge my exs texts Thot, now she sending letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, Nope, like Im fuckin Chuck Testa
Thottie gon finesse so Im naming her Vanessa

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 growing faster than myself, its hard to measure
Im four-foot-two, my racks not pretty, girls, I love em never, woah

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 Im dyslexic

Whip a Tesla, spinners looking kinda extra Extra
Find me bumping up my fees, Im sorry that Im clever
Wear a cap and gown like how the hell this make me better?
Dodge my exs texts Thot, now she sending letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, Nope, like Im fuckin Chuck Testa
Thottie gon finesse so Im naming her Vanessa

Pull up in that Model X with your model ex
Elon Musk how I flex, thotties in my Pokdex
Articuno on my neck, Pikachu on my Patek
Gravy gotta catch em all every time I get a check

Ditch school, drop cheddar
Get coupe, change weather
This lady gotta send my money, she should call me never
Brrt, brrt, brrt, please just call me never
Double bitch, double header, Prada runners with the leather

Switch lanes, get change, pull up with a thick chain
2018 world record for the dick game
Gravy Guinness, front flip the finish
Thats how you doing business when your side bitch a gymnast

Whip a Tesla, spinners looking kinda extra Extra
Find me bumping up my fees, Im sorry that Im clever
Wear a cap and gown like how the hell this make me better?
Dodge my exs texts Thot, now she sending letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, Nope, like Im fuckin Chuck Testa
Thottie gon finesse so Im naming her Vanessa

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