Clock Letra

They must be filming the new Ice Age movie or somethin'

I don’t need a clean version cause this shit is clean already
I just flew down to Atlanta just so I could get some fetti
And so I could see my Jewish bitch, she's bad her name is Betty
And I like to keep her round because she make that mean spaghetti
That’s that mean shit, that clean shit
I pull up on yo seamstress
I might just drop this album cause this is shit is fucking seamless
And mail it to yo crib cause I’m all about convenience
I piped all my professors so Yung Gravy on the Dean’s List
When I’m on the beat I’m viscious
Gravy got the sauce so I keep your bitch nutritious
Now her mans looking so suspicious
Boutta be flexing like Christmas, booty be looking delicious

It get misty when I talk
See the way I walk
Furry Gucci slippers when I pull up on yo block
All these birds I got a flock
See the way I walk
Wrist so fucking chilly got a snowman on my clock
I create a fuckin' blizzy 'cause it's misty when I talk
When I talk, when I talk, when I talk, with yo thot
And my wrist is fuckin' chilly, I got Frosty on my clock
On my clock, on my clock, on my clock, on my clock
(Whoa)

I ain’t really Jewish but I gotta flex on Hanukkah
Threesome with yo auntie and a barber named Veronica
Serenade yo bitch with Bing Crosby on harmonica
I’m covered in ice but I’m raising the thermometer
Piping yo bitch in the grass
She shakin ass
Gravy be skipping the class
Fuck on yo bitch it’s my task
You don’t even ask
Gravy so cold like Alaska
Maybe Nebraska
Give a bitch asthma
Up in the sky like I’m NASA
Might cop a castle
You a lil rascal
Cover your bitch in Tabasco (uh)
I'm mixin' gin with the Kool-Aid
Back of the Benz with your boo thang
Police just told me freeze and I told them motherfuckers it's already too late
Ice in my genetics, I came out the womb frozen
I can say a couple words to your lady and get chosen

Thanks for tunin' into the smooth sounds of Yung Gravy
A.K.A Lil Steamer
Keepin' y'all warm when it's chilly baby
Keepin' y'all warm when it's chilly

The songs not over
I feel like a four leaf clover
I got lucky with yo mama and yo Rabbi on Passover
In the Rover
I hit yo sister up every time that I’m hungover cause my head hurts and I need some fucking booty to layover

It get misty when I talk
See the way I walk
Furry Gucci slippers when I pull up on yo block
All these birds I got a flock
See the way I walk
Wrist so fucking chilly got a snowman on my clock
I create a fuckin' blizzy 'cause it's misty when I talk
When I talk, when I talk, when I talk, with yo thot
And my wrist is fuckin' chilly, I got Frosty on my clock
On my clock, on my clock, on my clock, on my clock
(Whoa)

Pour some gravy on it
Pour some gravy on it