Kathleen lyrics

[Intro: Yung Gravy & Lil Juice]
Go 'head, O
Oh, ayy, ayy, b*tch
Gravy Train
Danny, I see you
Uh, Yung Gravy, Ugly God

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
I got MILFs at my meet 'n' greet, I think I came up (b*tch)
Flash flood every time they bring my name up
I was f*ckin' with your mama, but I guess she changed up (Whoa)
It's all good, Gravy switch 'em up like K cups
Ayy, ayy, and your mama get nexted
Pull up on your sister, hit it twice and make my exit
f*ckin' on yo exes, just so I can flex it
Ayy, God damn that's aggressive

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
Ayy, this some heat sh*t lil' b*tch
Working out with some freaky b*tches doing freak dips
Tandem bike wit yo mama told her she could keep it
Gravy get it poppin' b*tch I think I'm Pop Secret (Whoa)
Ayy, yeah I’m that clean (That clean)
Gravy so sick b*tch I think I need a vaccine
Yo mama getting Gravy withdrawals like I'm caffeine
Now I got a new b*tch, think her name is Kathleen
Must be Kathleen (Oh)
Matter fact, now I think about it might be Maxine
Ayy, I'm in the backseat (Ayy, ayy)
Pull up on your mama in the Asics like an athlete
[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
I got MILFs at my meet 'n' greet, I think I came up (b*tch)
Flash flood every time they bring my name up
I was f*ckin' with your mama, but I guess she changed up (Whoa)
It's all good, Gravy switch 'em up like K cups
Ayy, ayy, and your mama get nexted
Pull up on your sister, hit it twice and make my exit
f*ckin' on yo exes, just so I can flex it
Ayy, God damn that's aggressive

[Verse 2: Ugly God]
Booty Gang Captain, b*tch my swag is so atrocious
I pull up on yo b*tch and leave her hopeless, I'm ferocious
I don't drive a 'Rarri but I pull up in a Focus
I'ma f*ck yo b*tch and I split the ocean like I'm Moses
Wait hold up (Whoa)
Get the f*ck up out my face give me a break, hold up
Ayy, she gon cook me steak and say my grace, hold up
I put some gravy on her plate she love the taste, hold up
I touched your granny then I rub it in in your face, hold up
I play sick so I could flirt with all the nurses, ayy
Take yo b*tch and leave you hurt because I'm perfect, ayy
I'ma drip and she gon' squirt and leave me surfin', ayy
She gon' suck my di*k in cursive, ayy

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
I got MILFs at my meet 'n' greet, I think I came up (b*tch)
Flash flood every time they bring my name up
I was f*ckin' with your mama, but I guess she changed up (Whoa)
It's all good, Gravy switch 'em up like K cups
Ayy, ayy, and your mama get nexted
Pull up on your sister, hit it twice and make my exit
f*ckin' on yo exes, just so I can flex it
Ayy, God damn that's aggressive
[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
Chef-boy flexing like the Pillsbury dough
Pull up on ya ho
Turn off the lights and I glow
Paula Abdul with the flow (Whoa)
Lately i been rapping fast but I’m driving slow
And lately I been clapping ass at the grocery store
I shouldna gone there, she got the blonde hair that don’t belong there
I think that weave needa get cut, need some lawn care
My timepiece freeze every time I put it on there
And every time yo mama through she fold like a lawn chair
Woo, yeah you know that chick foldin'
And then she cook the muffins up until that sh*t golden
I shine that booty up before I slide, like I'm bowlin'
Ice on my wrist 'cause that whippin' got it swollen (b*tch)