Future, Metro Boomin & Ty Dolla $ign - Gracious

Future, Metro Boomin & Ty Dolla $ign - Gracious Lyric

Oh, no, no, no
All his opps gone
Oh, no, no, no
Yeah
Oh, no, no, no
Hendrix

Young nigga slangin' cutta, say he got all his opps gone
Trap bunkin' that fishscale, serve it to a Martian (oh, oh)
Fresh in Rick Owens, drankin' Wockhardt (oh, oh)
I'm not Terrell Owens, bet I won't cry for you (I won't cry)
Walked through hell and back for you, now I'm an icon (walkin' through hell)
Product of my crazy environment (Pluto)

Bitch said she vegan, still eat me like lobster (uh)
Freaky and conceited, she in need of a rockstar (oh, yeah)
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta call up Sasha (thuggin', I'm thuggin')
Yeah, cop 30 while she mop it up (oh, oh)
Show me you gracious, takin' off my socks
Show me you love me, never talk to opps

Show me that you love me
Don't just say it
Oh, no (yeah)
Oh, no (Hendrix)

I just stepped out a warzone, ooh, yeah
I'm 'bout to put my sauce-sauce on this bitch
Come through zoomin' in a Porsche-orsche, Jordan three six
I get to have a choice, choice, at least three bitches
Hoppin' out a passenger in a right Rolls, totin' a blicky
I know this lifestyle can get crazy and sticky
You gracious, I know it, it shows
Different ladies is makin' you nauseous

Don't be flagrant, I know it's exhaustin'
It's the passion I'll show to you often
Your love's locked down (you so contagious)
You so gracious
Your love's locked down

You so gracious
You so faithful (you so gracious)
You so gracious
You so faithful
You so contagious
You so gracious