Alley Oop Lyrics Yung Gravy (feat. Lil Baby)
Aye Drunk in Atlanta
I’m at you crib with the pack like I’m Santa (Santa)
With a *** from Havana
*** with the cream you get peeled like banana (Baby)
I pull out you panic
Ice on my wrist it took down the Titanic (Woo)
I’m at Giuseppe
I’m in the back of the store gettin’ Becky (Woo)
***
Baby!
This type of *** 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) ***, hop out the coupe
Dunk on your *** and I hang from the hoop
(Like woo) ***, Givenchy my suit
Me and Lil Baby pull up alley oop
(Woo, yeah) Think I’m no-winsky
I’m at your crib with mom sippin’ whiskey (Woo)
Gravy got love for the south (Baby)
I’ll fight your *** at the Waffle House (Baby)
Think I’m Larry Bird, ***
Dunk on your *** cervix
Talkin’ ’bout you heard ***
What you heard? ***
Ready my hip, pardon my drip
Reach in my pocket, I pull out your ***
Bentley my whip, came with the grip
Found out my *** couldn’t fit
She ***’ thick, ***
Drunk in Atlanta
I’m at you crib with the pack like I’m Santa (Woah)
With a *** from Havana
*** with the cream you get peeled like banana (Baby)
I pull out you panic
Ice on my wrist it took down the Titanic (Woah, ***)
I’m at Giuseppe
I’m in the back of the store gettin’ Becky
***
Baby!
This type of *** 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) ***, hop out the coupe
Dunk on your *** and I hang from the hoop
(Like woo) ***, Burberry suit
Me and Lil Baby pull up alley oop
(Woo, yep) Think I’m Tim Duncan
How come your mom and your *** call me pumpkin
(Woo, ***) Dip in the taxi
*** on your *** in the back of the Zaxby’s, ***
I don’t play games ***, know that
I just want to screw it like I Kodak
I done got the brain, you can come and get your *** back
I can find a bag anywhere, *** a Lojac
I just call the phone when I’m perkin’ ’bout the throwback
I’ma let my chain hang, everywhere I go at
I done been to chain gang, I don’t want to go back
These that hoopin’ *** baby
You gotta break the *** ankles baby
Dream shaker ***
(Like woo) ***, hop out the whip
Pull up I’m lookin’ like Tokyo Drift
(Whoa) *** I got the gift
Scoop up your mama
Lil *** in my Lyft
(Whoa) *** Magic Johnson
Pull up I gave her that Magic Johnson
Yeah, I’m in the kitchen
*** it’s Young Gravy
I’m splashin’ on Pippen
