Yung Gravy – Whip A Tesla lyrics

[Intro]
​bbno$

[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Whip a Tesla, spinners lookin' kinda extra (Extra)
Find me bumpin’ up my fees, I'm sorry that I'm clever
Wear a cap and gown to Hell, the help just make me better
Dodge my ex’s texts (Thot), now she sendin' letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, "Nope," Like I'm fuckin' Chuck Testa
Thottie gon' finesse so I'm namin' her finesser

[Verse 1: bbno$]
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 growin’ faster than myself, it's hard to measure
I’m four-foot-two, my racks not pretty, girls, I love 'em never, woah

[Verse 2: Yung Gravy]
Whip electric, pockets lookin' hectic
Butterfly doors when I let your bitch exit
Look magestic, move onto my next bitch
She look 42, man, I think I'm dyslexic

[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Whip a Tesla, spinners lookin’ kinda extra (Extra)
Find me bumpin' up my fees, I'm sorry that I'm clever
Wear a cap and gown to Hell, the help just make me better
Dodge my ex's texts (Thot), now she sendin' letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, "Nope," Like I'm fuckin' Chuck Testa
Thottie gon' finesse so I'm namin' her finesser

[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
Pull up in that Model X with your model ex
Elon Musk how I flex, thotties in my Pokédex
Articuno on my neck, Pikachu on my Patek
Gravy gotta catch 'em all every time I get a check

[Verse 4: bbno$]
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

[Verse 5: Yung Gravy]
Get change, switch lanes, pull up with a thick chain
2018 world record for the dick game
Gravy Guinness, front flip the finish
That's how you doin' business when your side bitch a gymnast

[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Whip a Tesla, spinners lookin' kinda extra (Extra)
Find me bumpin' up my fees, I'm sorry that I'm clever
Wear a cap and gown to Hell, the help just make me better
Dodge my ex's texts (Thot), now she sendin' letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, "Nope," Like I'm fuckin' Chuck Testa
Thottie gon' finesse so I'm namin' her finesser