Heard My Voice Now She Tryna Have Lyrics was Officially sung by Yung Gravy and this song was released in April 5, 2019.
Heard My Voice Now She Tryna Have Lyrics
[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
It's Jason Rich, baby
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Ohh, baby
[Chorus]
Gravy get near, your b—h disappear, I call that s—t magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain't that s—t tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that s—t automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, s—t is fantastic
[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on a b—h it get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie (Ayy)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ayy)
s—t, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach
Wit a bad b—h, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished
[Verse 1]
I'm like open sesame, now your b—h right next to me
Pipe up, that's my destiny, call that s—t finnessery, baby
Ooh, that's a flex; do a little trick, now your b—h is your ex
Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah)
Flexin' ain't too complex, baby
[Bridge]
Alaka-f—kin'-zam
I'm like, "b—h, who is your mans?"
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit yo' b—h with the shazam
[Chorus]
Gravy get near, your b—h disappear, I call that s—t magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain't that s—t tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that s—t automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, s—t is fantastic
[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on a b—h and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ooh)
s—t, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach
Wit a bad b—h, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished
[Verse 2]
I'm so sorry, that I had to end it
Gravy serve it up like I'm playin' f—kin' tennis
2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate
Gravy took your b—h, that's a f—kin' epidemic (Crazy)
Hit a bird call and your b—h come hither
Your b—h hit my line and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a motherf—kin' river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver
[Outro]
Gravy get near, your b—h disappear, I call that s—t magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that s—t tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that s—t automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, s—t is fantastic
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Written By: Yung Gravy.