Alley Oop Lyrics

[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)

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[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

[Chorus: Yung Gravy & Lil Baby]
Drunk in Atlanta
I'm at your crib with the pack like I'm Santa
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 (That's cold, bitch)
I'm at Giuseppe
I'm in the back of the store gettin' Becky (Ooh, ooh, ooh, 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, Burberry suit
Me and Lil Baby pull up, alley-oop (Woo, yep)
Think I'm Tim Duncan
How come your mom and your bitch call me pumpkin? (Woo, ho)
Dip in the taxi
Fuck on your bitch in the back of the Zaxby's, bitch

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I don't play games nigga, know that (Know that)
I just want the scrilla like I'm Kodak (Kodak)
I done got the brain, you can come and get your ho back
I can find a bag anywhere, fuck a LoJack
I just poured a four and a perc' I'm bout to throwback
I'ma let my chains hang everywhere I go at
I done been the chain gang, I don't want to go back

[Interlude: Yung Gravy]
This that hoopin' shit, baby
Yeah I break the pussy's ankles, baby
Dream Shake the titties (Like woo)

[Outro: Yung Gravy]
Bitch, hop out the whip
Pull up I'm lookin' like Tokyo Drift (Woo)
Bitch, I got the gift
Scoop up your mama, lil' bitch, I'm a Lyft (Woo)
Bitch, Magic Johnson
Pull up I gave her that magic Johnson
Yeah, I'm in the kitchen
Bitch it's Yung Gravy, I splash like I'm Pippen