Tekst piosenki 'Super Smash Bros. (feat. bbno$)' wykonawcy Yung Gravy

Turn that shit up, c’mon (bbno$)
Hello! (Woah)
Can you turn me up some?
Let’s go

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

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 bitch
Cry with my exes
Spit so fast
This baby got cleft lip
Japanese girl, she electric
Wanna stay, she need to go

Give your bitch dome, then I take a lift home (Woah)
Strapped akimbo, diamonds on my lymph nodes

A, B, C, D, E, F your bitch 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 bitch can see, why is this shit so easy (W-Woah)

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

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 bitch
Cry with my exes
Spit so fast
This baby got cleft lip
Japanese girl, she my Lexus
Wanna stay, she need to go

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 dick pic
Merry, merry Christmas

Bored as hell, boy, I might start a restaurant (Vietnamese)
Holy guacamole, 'bout to nut, yeah, this my denouement

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

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 bitch
Cry with my exes
Spit so fast
This baby got cleft lip
Japanese girl, she my Lexus
Wanna stay, she need to go