Yung Gravy - I Write Hymns Not Travesties (Official Visualizer)
Jun 25, 2025•Channel
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Video Details
Published11 months ago
Duration2:33
Video IDS66zFpVlIIc
Languageen-US
CategoryMusic
PrivacyPublic
Made for KidsNo
Video TypeRegular Video
Performance Metrics
Views34K
Likes2.5K
Comments245
Engagement Rate8.04%
Likes per 100 views7.32
Comments per 1K views7.20
Video Tags
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Description
FRESH GRAVY after a 10 month drought. Don't worry I got plenty more coming. I was a huge Panic! fan growing up, so when I dropped Sensational and saw Brendon Urie blasting it, I knew I had to flip this eventually. Shoutout to PATD for always supporting baby. Gravy! at the Disco
Produced, Written, Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by: Yung Gravy & Diamond Pistols
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LYRICS:
VERSE 1
Hit the boof blunt feeling panic at the disco
Neck, wrist diamonds but I never smoke crystal
Margiela Mason, Gravy posted in the middle
Whole lot of fine shyt in both of my peripherals
1, 2, 3, Forbes 30 under 30
300 women, dive up in it like I’m Xerxes
Sailing through the streets with the drip, give ‘em scurvy
End it on a high note, feel like Brendon Urie
HOOK
*I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of*
Getting ya god damn dough up
Go and get some bread
Stack that change ’til the day I’m dead
*I chime in, haven't you people ever heard of*
Getting ya god damn hoes up
Put you on game
Make that bag then you make it rain
VERSE 2
Butter up the booty had to spray it with the Crisco
Crème Brûlée skin, but the coochie on flamingo
Kitty talking to me call me Dr. Doolittle
Before she get the dick she gon’ have to solve riddle
Coochie waterfall, T.L.C., hit it gentle
Shit was so bussin’ that I busted accidental
That was yo bitch? Must be coincidental
Lemme talk to ‘em baby, flip the instrumental
I only write hymns I don’t write no travesties
Every time I step out, catch a few casualties
I’ve been known to pull, baby it’s Yung Gravity
I only get addressed by your wife as “your majesty”
My hoes handpicked with poise and rationality
Swiss, Persian, Thai, Cuban, plenty nationalities
Riding drop top with a Miss Congeniality
Got 6 Vogue models in my booth at the Applebees
HOOK 2
*I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of*
Getting ya god damn dough up
Go and get some bread
Stack that change ’til the day I’m dead
*I chime in, haven't you people ever heard of*
Getting ya god damn hoes up
Put you on game
Make that bag then you make it rain
*I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of*
Getting ya god damn dough up
Go and get some bread
Stack that change ’til the day I’m dead
*I chime in, haven't you people ever heard of*
Getting ya god damn hoes up
Put you on game
Make that bag then you make it rain