🎵 Gravity // by Quelly Woo

5 ContributorsGravity Lyrics [Intro: Jess Glynne & Quelly Woo] If you gave me a chance, I would take it (Yeah) It's a shot in the dark, but I'll make it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me (Oh, wait) When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be (Uh-huh, huh) [Verse: Quelly Woo & Set da Trend] Look, when I'm with you, there's nowhere I rather be (Uh-huh) Keep a sitchy, I know niggas after me (Yeah) TP, Setty pull up, it's a tragedy Bend your block, cause another casualty Setty (Setty), nobody bigger than me I don't dump out the V, I'ma walk up on feet (Grrah-grrah) TP, who that? Think I spot me a G (Who that?) He get popped like a Perc', think he fuckin' wit' me (Grrah-grrah) Spot a opp, Setty dumpin' wit' me, like .45 knock 'em off of his feet (Off his feet) Huh, drop the O, drop the Gz We lift him up like it’s no gravity (Uh-huh) Lean on my bitch, this time I know she cheat (Like, what?) Knocker flashin', ain't no meet and greet (At all) He got left in the back seat, taxi (Taxi) He got hit in the head, how the fuck he still rappin'? (Rah, Rah) Like, you get left for dead, hollows make you red Turn that boy to ashes (Ashes, grrah) Pull up, make you panic (What?) Still in the hood, movin' like a bandit (Uh-huh) Take a seat if you niggas can't stand me Keep tan, so why would I panic? He got hit through the tints, hollows make him vanish (What?) I just poured up some Wock', lifted, I ain't landing Give me a shot, I'ma take it (I'ma take it) Girl, you sexy, love the way you shake it, huh (Shake it) And she on that droppin' rake shit (Uh-huh) Baddie on timin', yeah, she far from basic (Basic) Get her wetter when I lane switch (Uh-huh) She want it now, told her, "Have patience", huh (Patience) Suvys pull up, leave you brainless, like (What?) TP, Setty movin' dangerous (Yeah) Baddie like the way I'm tastin' (How I'm tastin') Drippin', that's what this shit is contagious (Like, what?) Glock got a beam, why the fuck would I chase him? Fill him with lead, send him up, we erased him (Grrah, boom) Too many dead opps, don't know who I'm facin' TP the cuzzy for me, he gon' blaze 'em (Grrah) He got hit in his chest, now he achin' Neighborhood trend, don't you get it mistaken (Grrah)