Alley Oop Yung Gravy (Ft. Lil Baby)

[Chorus: Yung Gravy & Lil Baby]
Ayy, drunk in Atlanta
I'm at your crib with the pack like I’m Santa (Slatt)
With a bitch from Havana
Fuck with the crew, you get peeled like banana (Baby)
I pull up, you panic
Ice on my wrist, it took down the Titanic (Woo, that's cold, bitch)
I'm at Giuseppe
I’m in the back of the store gettin' Becky (Like woo)
Bitch (Baby)
This the type shit 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)

[Post-Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Bitch, hop out the coupe
Dunk on your bitch and I hang from the hoop (Like, woo)
Bitch, Givenchy my suit
Me and Lil Baby pull up, alley-oop (Woo, yeah)
Think I'm Nowitzki
I'm at your crib with your mom sippin' whiskey (Woo)
Gravy got love for the south
I fuck your bitch at the Waffle House (Baby)

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
Think I’m Larry Bird, bitch
Dunk on your bitch cervix
Talkin’ 'bout you heard shit
Well what you heard, bitch?
Fendi my hip, pardon my drip
Reach in my pocket, I pull out yo bitch (Yuh)
Bentley my whip, came with the grip
Found out my bitch couldn’t fit
She fuckin' thick, bitch