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.
Welcome to Chilis
Yung Gravy Lyrics
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Beat up on that booty like, rum-pum-pum pum
Will not listen to your bullshit, nah-nah-nah nah
Baby Gravy droppin' heat like, rah-tah-tah tah
Pour your bitch a lil' Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll more blunts up, baby, andele
Let's get lit like it's a holiday
My name is Baby No Money let me tell you again
I change the no to yes and now everybody claims they're my friend
You find the Baby Gravy on the top and we will not descend
I got the pepperoni pizza, Fendi frames and blue cheese lens, yeah
No stains on my white G-Fazos
Wanted 20 mil, turn my shit to pesos
Got a billi when I cucked Jeff Bezos
Hey Alexa I'm playin' baby please don't take me off payroll
So she got that booty poppin' like it's bubblegum, gum
Beat up on that booty like, rum-pum-pum pum
Will not listen to your bullshit, nah-nah-nah nah
Baby Gravy droppin' heat like, rah-tah-tah tah
Pour your bitch a lil' Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll more blunts up, baby, andele
Let's get lit like it's a holiday
Hey Gravy
Hey Baby
What's good bitch?
Every day I wake up and I'm back on my bullshit
How come every time I say a word it's some good shit
I was born a Mac I be on some Fleetwood shit
I'ma stay givin' miniscule fucks
You need aim bot pussy boy you a crutch
Gravy baby start crime we Starsky Hutch
Ha, ayy
Star studded event when I valet park
I think I'm Paul Wall dripped in the rally car
I like a blunt mixed up with some caviar
I like your mom but shit she gave me battle scars
Got that booty poppin' like it's bubblegum, gum
Beat up on that booty like, rum-pum-pum pum
Will not listen to your bullshit, nah-nah-nah nah
Baby Gravy droppin' heat like, rah-tah-tah tah
Pour your bitch a lil' Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll more blunts up, baby, andele
Let's get lit like it's a holiday
The lyrics of Yung Gravy's song "Welcome to Chilis" feature braggadocious lines about his luxurious lifestyle and sexual exploits. The opening lines suggest that he is attracted to a woman with a shapely behind, describing it as "booty poppin' like it's bubblegum," which he proceeds to "beat up on" like a drum. He asserts his confidence in not tolerating any "bullshit" from others and proclaims himself to be a prolific creator of music. He encourages partygoers to indulge in alcohol and drugs as if it were a holiday.
In the second verse, Yung Gravy introduces himself as "Baby No Money" and boasts of his ascent to fame despite naysayers, stating that he will not "descend" from his current status. He flaunts his wealth, name-dropping designer brands and referring to a potential billion-dollar deal. Yung Gravy also addresses those who try to bring him down, saying that he only cares about what he wants to do and that they are not a concern of his.
The lyrics of "Welcome to Chilis" showcase Yung Gravy's self-assuredness and indulgent lifestyle, with an emphasis on sexual prowess, material possessions, and the good life.
Line by Line Meaning
So she got that booty poppin' like it's bubblegum, gum
Her derrière moves like it’s bubblegum being chewed
Beat up on that booty like, rum-pum-pum pum
I’m giving her backside a bit of a beating; rum-pum-pum pum
Will not listen to your bullshit, nah-nah-nah nah
I’m not here for your nonsense - nah-nah-nah nah.
Baby Gravy droppin' heat like, rah-tah-tah tah
My music is sizzling right now - rah-tah-tah tah.
Pour your bitch a lil' Courvoisier
Let me serve some cognac for your lady.
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
I got my drugs from Yoko Ono.
Roll more blunts up, baby, andele
Roll some more blunts, let's go fast - andele.
Let's get lit like it's a holiday
Let's get high like we’re on vacation.
My name is Baby No Money let me tell you again
I’m Baby No Money, and let me tell you again.
I change the no to yes and now everybody claims they're my friend
After my success, everyone wants to be my friend.
You find the Baby Gravy on the top and we will not descend
I’m at the top, and I’m not coming down.
I got the pepperoni pizza, Fendi frames and blue cheese lens, yeah
I’m ballin' with pepperoni pizza, Fendi frames, and blue cheese lens.
No stains on my white G-Fazos
My G-Fazos are sparkling clean.
Wanted 20 mil, turn my shit to pesos
I want 20 million and I’ll convert it to pesos.
Got a billi when I cucked Jeff Bezos
I got a billion dollars when I screwed Jeff Bezos.
Hey Alexa I'm playin' baby please don't take me off payroll
Hey Alexa, I’m playing music, please don’t take me off payroll.
What's good bitch?
What's up?
Every day I wake up and I'm back on my bullshit
Every day I wake up, I’m back at it again.
How come every time I say a word it's some good shit
Every word I say is golden.
I was born a Mac I be on some Fleetwood shit
I was born with swag like a Mac, like Fleetwood Mac.
I'ma stay givin' miniscule fucks
I don’t care much about anything.
You need aim bot pussy boy you a crutch
You need an aim bot 'cause you're useless, pussy boy.
Gravy baby start crime we Starsky Hutch
I’m a crime fighter like Starsky and Hutch.
Star studded event when I valet park
There’s a star-studded event whenever I valet park.
I think I'm Paul Wall dripped in the rally car
In my rally car, I feel like Paul Wall.
I like a blunt mixed up with some caviar
I enjoy my blunt with caviar.
I like your mom but shit she gave me battle scars
I like your mom, but the experience left me with scars.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alexander Gumuchian, Ari Starace, Matthew Hauri, Nick Seeley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@bbnomoney
yo sup gamers
@qldoblp
I came for you Daddy
@eduardoescobar9480
was good
@Tiggy195
Was good fam
@Yakiraaaa
bbno$ sup
@agogi272
I like this song, very good to play while I'm relaxing.
@julioa1126
Teacher: Okay class find a partner to do your project with
Me to my friend across the class: 0:04
@shupat9835
For real bro
@elpana743
Moveis las caderas
@miafononga8859
Oh tru bro!