Yung Gravy의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Yung Gravy
보컬
TrippythaKid
보컬
Hounds
프로그래밍
작곡 및 작사
Matthew Hauri
송라이터
Kyle Destefano
송라이터
Andrew Leblanc
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Hounds
프로듀서
Anthony Kronfle
믹싱 엔지니어
Colin Leonard
마스터링 엔지니어
Dave Kutch
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
Brrah-bah-bah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
(Hounds, make that shit slap)
Skeet, skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no, you can't move me (yeah)
3D, everybody see me (yeah-yeah)
CD's, pass 'em on Sixth Street
Beep, beep, drivin' down Main Street
Steppin' on the beat, brrah-bah-bah (yeah)
My girl walks out, and she looks so good
You get knocked down, but you can't get up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skeet, skeet, throw it on repeat
Steppin' on the beat, brrah-bah-bah (yeah)
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down, but you can't get up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby, I've been drinkin' all night (all night)
I don't gotta ride, so I'm gonna call a lifeline (lifeline)
Auntie Anne, we ain't blood related
So I fold her like a pretzel, bitch, I'm goin' mental
Shawty surely givin' brain, call her Shirley Temple (brr)
If you need a bad bitch you can get a rental
Ridin' with my dogs, we be coolin' in the kennel
Worldwide hoes, call me Jimmy Continental
'Bout to eat it up, and I ain't even got utensils (no, no)
Fuck up in her mouth, and now I'm fuckin' with her dental (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' on her throat, now she got tonsillitis
Touch my dick once, now I call the bitch Midas (woo, woo, woo)
Ayy, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick (hoe)
Your mom know how to handle dick (sheesh)
Jack got dimples, Jack be slick
Jack got jumped, and he dropped all six (ayy, ayy)
Like ooh, yeah, all six
Trap more wax than a candlestick
Huh, and he snagged your bitch
And I'm Jack, and I gave her that
Skeet, skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no, you can't move me (yeah)
3D, everybody see me (yeah-yeah)
CD's, pass 'em on Sixth Street
Beep, beep, drivin' down Main Street
Steppin' on the beat, brrah-bah-bah (yeah)
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down, but you can't get up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skeet, skeet, throw it on repeat
Steppin' on the beat, brrah-bah-bah (yeah)
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down, but you can't get up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skeet, skeet, put it on repeat
Bust on her face, and her best friend retweet
Gravy take your bitch, and you ain't gettin' a receipt
Hit the hoe once, then I ghost like a Ouija
Bored, I be bored, I be feelin' like a whore
I be lookin' at her eyes while she screamin' out, "More"
On tour, I'm with Gravy, get your tickets at the door
Mi amor, I'm in love, give her kissety kiss
I got your bitch lickin' lickety-split (woo)
I hit that shit to some Elliott Smith (yeah)
I'm in the Tesla, the miracle whip (damn)
And I got your bitch sayin', "Brrah-bah-bah"
Callin' out, pop off, feelin' like a hot shot
Motherfuckers want it, but they never gettin' nada
Smokin' in the hot box, stuck inside the fuckin' Lincoln tunnel
I could do it if I wanna, but I'm drinkin'
What can I say? Livin' today
Passin' my blunt to my baby
She don't even smoke, but she hit that shit for me
We roll with my crew, and we comin' 'bout 40, I'm sippin'
Skeet, skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no, you can't move me (yeah)
3D, everybody see me (yeah-yeah)
CD's, pass 'em on Sixth Street
Beep, beep, drivin' down Main Street
Steppin' on the beat, brrah-bah-bah (yeah)
My girl walks out, and she looks so good
You get knocked down, but you can't get up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Matthew Hauri, Andrew Leblanc, Kyle Destefano
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