Matt Hauri, more commonly known as Yung Gravy is an American rapper who bec… Read Full Bio ↴Matt Hauri, more commonly known as Yung Gravy is an American rapper who became popular for his abstract lyrics, often sexualizing food or putting food in sexual scenarios. As his image grew, he became recognised for his love of mothers.

Yung Gravy is a graduate from the University of Wisconsin, and broke out on the internet from his smash hit “Mr. Clean”, sampling the classic song Mr. Sandman. He has become a nationwide star, selling out concerts all over the United States and racking up hundreds of thousands of followers on social media.

Yung Gravy is friends with other rappers in the scene such as bbno$, Roy Purdy, DBangz, Caleon Fox, Ugly God, and many others, as his interesting and eye catching lyrics synchronize well with his unique beat selection.

Some of Gravy’s nicknames include “Yung Steve Nash” and “Yung Steve Harvey”, and Gravy has made a staple in the “meme rap” era, and has become a bonafide star that has some of the most loyal fans in all of rap, dubbed the “Gravy Train”

His album artwork also has an early 20th century type aesthetic, impersonating a drawing style from that era.

Party At My Mama's House
Yung Gravy Lyrics

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Wake up in the early mornin', count some paper
Group trap with all my thickies, come through later
Call up all my dawgs and my dentist and my neighbors
Call up Waffle House and tell 'em, "I'ma need it catered"
Everybody slide to my mama's crib
'Cause she pretty much live just how I live
And the crib ain't big, but we gon' get lit
And we gon' get lit

If you got thick ass, bust it out, hit the floor, pass the loud
How'd I get twenty-six hoes at my mama's house?
Mama rollin' big ass blunts, we gon' pass it 'round
Nothin' like a good ol' party at my mama's house
Thick ass, bust it out, hit the floor, pass the loud
How'd I get twenty-six hoes at my mama's house?
Mama rollin' big ass blunts, we gon' pass it 'round
No one at your club 'cause they're all at my mama's house

Ayy, we tryna keep it down but the weed too loud
Shawty wanna hit the threesome now
But it's lookin' more like an eighteen-some now
Sheesh, ayy, ayy
Cops come through and I'm cheesin' out
'Cause me and my team just cleaned the house
So it looks like y'all are peacin' out
And I said, ladies, always keep it clean, baby
Always keep it crisp
Blunts away at three when the mamas bring they kids
Pull up with your team, baby, we ain't got no list
I just copped the Wii, playin' tennis with your

Thick ass, bust it out, hit the floor, pass the loud
How'd I get twenty-six hoes at my mama's house?
Mama rollin' big ass blunts, we gon' pass it 'round
Nothin' like a good ol' party at my mama's house
Thick ass, bust it out, hit the floor, pass the loud
How'd I get twenty-six hoes at my mama's house?
Mama rollin' big ass blunts, we gon' pass it 'round
No one at your club 'cause they're all at my mama's house

Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up
I'm just playin' baby, ayy, let's light that green up
Pancakes and weed for lunch
Lil' bit of Henny and Hawaiian Punch
Gettin' to the bread, Scrooge McDuck
Takin' your wife, Gravy may cut
I tried to keep that shit a secret, but to be real
Your mama hit me up tryna see how it feels
Get that Gravy Train and, to be real
She ain't just have a snap, shawty came for the meal

Ass, bust it out, hit the floor, pass the loud
How'd I get twenty-six hoes at my mama's house?
Mama rollin' big ass blunts, we gon' pass it 'round
Nothin' like a good ol' party at my mama's house
Thick ass, bust it out, hit the floor, pass the loud
How'd I get twenty-six hoes at my mama's house?

Mama rollin' big ass blunts, we gon' pass it 'round
No one at your club 'cause they're all at my mama's house

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Yung Gravy's song Party At My Mama's House describe a wild party that takes place at the rapper's mother's home. The song boasts of money, women, and drugs, with the singer expressing his love for living the high life. Yung Gravy starts by highlighting his early morning routine, counting money and preparing for his trap group's arrival at his mother's house later in the day. He then calls his friends, neighbors, and even his dentist to come through to the party. He orders catering from Waffle House and invites everyone to come over and get lit.

As the song progresses, Yung Gravy is impressed by the number of women present at the party, commenting that there are twenty-six "thickies" in attendance. His mother is also participating in the festivities, as she rolls "big ass blunts" and passes them around. Yung Gravy acknowledges that the group is being loud, but they are enjoying themselves and smoking as much weed as they can. The party even turns sexual, with the singer expressing interest in a threesome that eventually turns into an "eighteen-some." Yung Gravy reminds the ladies to keep the party clean, and he brags about his wealth, even suggesting that he's taken someone's wife for money. The song ends with Yung Gravy singing about how much fun he's having, and how everyone else is missing out.

Overall, Party At My Mama's House is a braggadocious party song that celebrates the joys of a carefree life. Yung Gravy raps about his love for drugs, women, and money, and he revels in the fact that he can live this way. The song is a nod to his upbringing and the people he grew up with, as he invites them to come party with him at his mother's house.

Line by Line Meaning

Wake up in the early mornin', count some paper
I wake up in the morning and count my money

Group trap with all my thickies, come through later
I'm hanging out with my friends and then we'll trap later

Call up all my dawgs and my dentist and my neighbors
I'm inviting my friends, dentist, and neighbors

Call up Waffle House and tell 'em, "I'ma need it catered"
I'm ordering food from Waffle House for the party

Everybody slide to my mama's crib
Everyone come over to my mom's house

'Cause she pretty much live just how I live
My mom's lifestyle is similar to mine

And the crib ain't big, but we gon' get lit
The house isn't big, but we're still going to party

If you got thick ass, bust it out, hit the floor, pass the loud
If you have a big butt, show it off and pass the weed

How'd I get twenty-six hoes at my mama's house?
I can't believe I have 26 girls at the party

Mama rollin' big ass blunts, we gon' pass it 'round
My mom is rolling big joints and we're passing them around

Nothin' like a good ol' party at my mama's house
There's nothing like a good party at my mom's house

Ayy, we tryna keep it down but the weed too loud
We're trying to keep it quiet, but the weed is too strong

Shawty wanna hit the threesome now
The girl wants a threesome now

But it's lookin' more like an eighteen-some now
It's turning into a huge orgy

Cops come through and I'm cheesin' out
The police show up and I laugh it off

'Cause me and my team just cleaned the house
We cleaned up the house before the party

So it looks like y'all are peacin' out
Everyone is leaving now

I said, ladies, always keep it clean, baby
I remind the girls to keep it clean

Always keep it crisp
Always keep it fresh

Blunts away at three when the mamas bring they kids
We stop smoking at 3 AM when the moms bring their kids

Pull up with your team, baby, we ain't got no list
Come with your friends, we don't have a guest list

I just copped the Wii, playin' tennis with your
I just bought a Wii and we're playing tennis

Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up
Let's clean up the house after the party

I'm just playin' baby, ayy, let's light that green up
I'm just joking, let's smoke some weed

Pancakes and weed for lunch
We're going to eat pancakes and smoke weed for lunch

Lil' bit of Henny and Hawaiian Punch
We'll also have a little bit of Hennessy and Hawaiian Punch

Gettin' to the bread, Scrooge McDuck
We're making money like Scrooge McDuck

Takin' your wife, Gravy may cut
I might steal someone's wife

I tried to keep that shit a secret, but to be real
I tried to keep it a secret, but honestly

Your mama hit me up tryna see how it feels
Your mom is hitting on me

Get that Gravy Train and, to be real
Get on board with me

She ain't just have a snap, shawty came for the meal
She's not just here for a social media snap, she's here for the food

No one at your club 'cause they're all at my mama's house
No one is at your club because they're all at my mom's house

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Hal Ritson, Jason Rich, Matthew Hauri, Nick Seeley, Richard Adlam

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