Published , by Asif Khan
Published , by Asif Khan
Your boys Yung Gravy and bbno$ dropped a new hot track for hip hop heads and Tesla fans. We have the lyrics for this song below, but check out Whip A Tesla's music video.
The video features a Model X driving with the Falcon Wing doors open and several young ladies shaking their bottoms. Clearly, these are explicit lyrics, so if you are sensitive to mumble rap, move along.
source: genius.com
[Intro]
bbno$
[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Whip a Tesla, spinners lookin' kinda extra (Extra)
Find me bumpin’ up my fees, I'm sorry that I'm clever
Wear a cap and gown like how the hell this make me better?
Dodge my ex’s texts (Thot), now she sendin' letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, "Nope," like I'm fuckin' Chuck Testa
Thottie gon' finesse so I'm namin' her Vanessa
[Verse 1: bbno$]
I told that mom to call me never 'less we talkin’ cheddar
I got my money up from where it was, my main endeavor (Yup)
This money growin’ faster than myself, it's hard to measure
I’m four-foot-two, my racks not pretty, girls, I love 'em never, woah
[Verse 2: Yung Gravy]
Whip electric, pockets lookin' hectic
Butterfly doors when I let your bitch exit
Look majestic, move onto my next bitch
She look 42, man, I think I'm dyslexic
[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Whip a Tesla, spinners lookin’ kinda extra (Extra)
Find me bumpin' up my fees, I'm sorry that I'm clever
Wear a cap and gown like how the hell this make me better?
Dodge my ex's texts (Thot), now she sendin' letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, "Nope," like I'm fuckin' Chuck Testa
Thottie gon' finesse so I'm namin' her Vanessa
[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
Pull up in that Model X with your model ex
Elon Musk how I flex, thotties in my Pokédex
Articuno on my neck, Pikachu on my Patek
Gravy gotta catch 'em all every time I get a check
[Verse 4: bbno$]
Ditch school, drop cheddar
Get coupe, change weather
This lady gotta send my money, she should call me never
Brrt, brrt, brrt, please just call me never
Double bitch, double header, Prada runners with the leather
[Verse 5: Yung Gravy]
Switch lanes, get change, pull up with a thick chain
2018 world record for the dick game
Gravy Guinness, front flip the finish
That's how you doin' business when your side bitch a gymnast
[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Whip a Tesla, spinners lookin' kinda extra (Extra)
Find me bumpin' up my fees, I'm sorry that I'm clever
Wear a cap and gown like how the hell this make me better?
Dodge my ex's texts (Thot), now she sendin' letters
Hey Alexa, hey Alexa
How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
Told your bitch, "Nope," like I'm fuckin' Chuck Testa
Thottie gon' finesse so I'm namin' her Vanessa
We may never find out how many young ladies these fellows were able to fit in their Tesla, and we can never get that two minutes and forty-six seconds back. But, I feel like we all learned something today. Mainly, the lyrics to this dumb song about Teslas.