yung gravy feat. lil baby – alley oop lyrics
ay, drunk in atlanta
i’m at your crib with the pack like i’m santa
with a b-tch from havana
f-ck with the crew, you get peeled like banana (baby)
i pull out, you panic
ice on my wrist, it took down the t-tanic (woo)
i’m at giuseppe
i’m in the back of the store gettin’ becky (woo)
b-tch (baby)
this type of sh-t that’s gon’ make them go crazy (like woo)
i just pulled up in a brand new mercedes (woo)
she said she pregnant that can’t be my baby (woo, yeah)
i was just stuck in the trap and they saved me
(like woo) b-tch, hop out the coupe
dunk on your b-tch and i hang from the hoop
(like woo) b-tch, givenchy my suit
me and lil baby pull up alley oop
(woo, yeah) think i’m no-winsky
i’m at your crib with your mom sipping whiskey (woo)
gravy got love for the south
i f-ck your b-tch at the waffle house (baby)
think i’m larry bird, b-tch
dunk on your b-tch cervix
talkin’ about you heard sh-t
what you heard? b-tch
ready my hip, pardon my drip
reach in my pocket, i pull out your b-tch
bentley my whip, came with the grip
found out my b-tch couldn’t fit
she f-ckin’ thick, b-tch
ay, drunk in atlanta
i’m at your crib with the pack like i’m santa
with a b-tch from havana
f-ck with the crew, you get peeled like banana (baby)
i pull out, you panic
ice on my wrist, it took down the t-tanic (woo)
i’m at giuseppe
i’m in the back of the store getting becky (woo)
b-tch (baby)
this type of sh-t that’s gon’ make them go crazy (like woo)
i just pulled up in a brand new mercedes (woo)
she said she pregnant that can’t be my baby (woo, yeah)
i was just stuck in the trap and they saved me
(like woo) b-tch, hop out the coupe
dunk on your b-tch and i hang from the hoop
(like woo) b-tch, burberry suit
me and lil baby pull up alley oop
(woo, yep) think i’m tim duncan
how come your mom and your b-tch call me pumpkin
(woo, hoe) dip in the taxi
f-ck on your b-tch in the back of the zaxby’s, b-tch
i don’t play games n-gg-, know that
i just want to screw it like i kodak
i done got the brain, you can come and get your hoe back
i can find a bag anywhere, f-ck a lojac
i just call the phone when i’m perking about the throwback
i’ma let my chains hang everywhere i go at
i done been to chain gang, i don’t want to go back
these that hoopin’ sh-t, baby
yeah i break the p-ssy ankles, baby
dream shaker t-tties
(like woo) b-tch, hop out the whip
pull up i’m looking like tokyo drift
(woo) b-tch i got the gift
scoop up your mama
lil b-tch in my lyft
(woo) b-tch magic johnson
pull up i gave her that magic johnson
yeah, i’m in the kitchen
b-tch it’s young gravy
i splash like i’m pippen
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