Artist: Yung Gravy Album: Thanksgiving's Eve Song: Apple Jacks Typed by: AZ Lyrics Posted watching One Tree Hill with yo momma She made lasagna, I think it's Jane Fonda (Fonda) When the morning comes she makes breakfast burritos Heavy on la pica, she call me Suavecito Me and Engels in the lab like Dexter Got your bitch coming through to play some checkers I haven't even got to text her, well known flexer I might dunk up on your bitch Sam Dekker I'll send your bitch a fax, wake up and smell the racks Pouring Colt 45 up in my Apple Jacks (splash) I eat some snacks, I pull off in the lack Bitch I might just pipe your bitch to some Nickelback You can say I'm flexing Your girl texting 'cuz my wrist reflecting (ice) Bad bitch selection, thicker than a Houston Texas Don't be coming round with that hocus pocus I'd be fuckin' focused riding in that Ford Focus, or the Lotus Thotties swarming like locusts (ay) It ain't hard to notice that your Gucci belt is bogus Boy that's atrocious (ooh), Gravy so ferocious (shit) Yo bitch bought me roses now she coming through for some osmosis I'll send your bitch a fax, wake up and smell the racks Pouring Colt 45 up in my Apple Jacks (splash) I eat some snacks, I pull off in the lack Bitch I might just pipe your bitch to some Nickelback