Super Smash Bros. lyrics

[Intro: bbno$]
Turn that sh*t up, c’mon (bbno$)
Hello! (Woah)
Can you turn me up some?
Let’s go

[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
First things first
I wake up and get pu-na-na-na
First things first
Brush my teeth and count my guala-la
First things first
I'ma eat this beat, no Ramadan
First things first
I'ma super smash like Donkey Kong, woah

[Post-Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Hold up, we don't need guest list
We be the bestest
Money excessive
Baby Gravy always in the house, asbestos
From the ceiling to the floor
Love a depressed b*tch
Cry with my exes
Spit so fast
This baby got cleft lip
Japanese girl, she electric
Wanna stay, she need to go
[Bridge: Yung Gravy]
Give your b*tch dome, then I take a lift home (Woah)
Strapped akimbo, diamonds on my lymph nodes

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
A, B, C, D, E, F your b*tch and keep it G
Got the H up on my waist to match the Hermes on my feet
I got my iPhone filled with fine hoes like J Biebs
And I feel like KD mixed with Ellen, I stack cheese
I count my M's until the end
I'm just like Oprah, pushin' P
Cuban hoes up in my arms at my estate while sipping tea
You see me, Louie V, double units every week
Just so my ex b*tch can see, why is this sh*t so easy (W-Woah)

[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
First things first
I wake up and get pu-na-na-na
First things first
Brush my teeth and count my guala-la
First things first
I'ma eat this beat, no Ramadan
First things first
I'ma super smash like Donkey Kong, woah

[Post-Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Hold up, we don't need guest list
We be the bestest
Money excessive
Baby Gravy always in the house, asbestos
From the ceiling to the floor
Love a depressed b*tch
Cry with my exes
Spit so fast
This baby got cleft lip
Japanese girl, she my Lexus
Wanna stay, she need to go
[Verse 2: bbno$]
Feeling like I'm Gary Vee, I love my affirmation
She love Baby Gravy 3, we are her inspiration
If there ain't no compensation, there gon' be a complication
Looked down at my wrist, I see a shining star, constellation
Front door open, meet the Jehova
Red bottom Asics, up like Oprah Winfrey
She wanna be a witness
Beggin' for a di*k pic
Merry, merry Christmas

[Pre-Chorus: bbno$]
Bored as hell, boy, I might start a restaurant (Vietnamese)
Holy guacamole, 'bout to nut, yeah, this my denouement

[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
First things first
I wake up and get pu-na-na-na
First things first
Brush my teeth and count my guala-la
First things first
I'ma eat this beat, no Ramadan
First things first
I'ma super smash like Donkey Kong, woah

[Post-Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Hold up, we don't need guest list
We be the bestest
Money excessive
Baby Gravy always in the house, asbestos
From the ceiling to the floor
Love a depressed b*tch
Cry with my exes
Spit so fast
This baby got cleft lip
Japanese girl, she my Lexus
Wanna stay, she need to go