Welcome to Chilis (ft bbno$)

Intro
Niña, baila la cumbia sabrosa
Mueve tu cadera y goza
Dame tu boquita que quiero tus labios besar (bbno$)
Que me ha dado—

Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy
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, that rah-tah-tah-tah
Pour yo’ bitch a lil’ Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll mo’ blunts up baby, ándale
Let’s get lit like it’s a holiday

Verse 1: bbno$ & Yung Gravy
My name is bbno$, let me tell you again
I change the “no” to “yes” and now everybody claims they’re my friend
You find the Baby Gravy on the top and we will not descend
I got the pepperoni pizza, Fendi frames and blue cheese lens, yeah
No stains on my white G-Fazos
Wanted 20 mil’, turn my shit to pesos
Got a billi’ when I cucked Jeff Bezos
Hey Alexa, I’m playin’ baby, please don’t take me off payroll (bbno$)

Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy
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, that rah-tah-tah-tah
Pour yo’ bitch a lil’ Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll mo’ blunts up baby, ándale
Let’s get lit like it’s a holiday

Verse 2: bbno$ & Yung Gravy
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 aimbot, pu*** boy, a crutch
Gravy Baby start crime, we Starsky Hutch (Huh, 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

Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy
Got-got-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, that rah-tah-tah-tah
Pour yo’ bitch a lil’ Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll mo’ blunts up baby, ándale
Let’s get lit like it’s a holiday.