Yung Gravy의 상위 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Yung Gravy
보컬
Lil Keed
실연자
d.a. got that dope
프로그래밍
작곡 및 작사
Yung Gravy
작곡가
Raqhid Render
작곡가
David Doman
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
d.a. got that dope
프로듀서
Jaycen Joshua
믹싱 엔지니어
Chris Gehringer
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
D.A. Got That Dope
Wooh (wooh), wooh (wooh!)
Yeah, yeah (whoa), yeah, yeah (ayy)
Yeah, yeah (ayy), uh-yeah, yeah (ayy)
Ayy, wooh, ayy, yeah, yeah
Wooh, ayy, uh, ayy
I feel like I'm Prince when I'm back in Minnesota (bitch!)
Green and red Gucci on me, feelin' like the Joker (wooh!)
Feel like Chief Keef (yeah, yeah) when I'm ridin' in a Rover (ayy, ayy)
I feel like I'm you every time yo' bitch come over
I'm back in the kitchen (yeah) shit on you like I'm a pigeon (yeah)
From my position I got too many decisions, ayy, ayy
Should I fuck Nina or Tina? (Tina)
My life like a mission
Smash yo' bitch, "911, there's been a collision," ayy, ayy
I'm losin' my vision (yeah), wrist just won't stop glistenin'
Let's fuck in the whip, just got the Porsche, it still got it krissin' (krissin')
Sippin' on wine, gettin' the bread, feel like a Christian (a Christian)
Bitch, it's Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition
Get money, stack bread
Fuck with me 'til I'm dead
Stack cheese, mozzarella
Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas
Yeah, I feel like that mo'fuckin' man when I hop out that Rover (Rover)
Yeah, I give her some band, that bitch is a soaker (soaker)
These fuck boys ain't give me hand, that nigga bogus (bogus)
I guess that I'll check it back later, now I'm out of soda (let's go!)
Stood on the corner, but lot of you niggas, you envy me now
You ain't never show love
Man, look at it, like we tratin' niggas like some Maybach, Kirkland
They could never see us
Turnin' shit on every minute of the hour
It's daily, and monthly, and yearly wit' us (put it on-)
Don't hesitate to go on them pickin', if you playin', if you're really wit' us
Hey, I wan' hear gun sounds (brr, brr)
I just hear money counters (skrrt, skrrt)
I just see bustdowns (bustdowns)
Don't tell secrets, bitch (ayy), I might keep you 'round (shh)
Sound like Trump on 'em (grrah), when that choppa out (pow, pow, pow, pow)
Get money (yeah), stack bread (slatt, slatt)
Fuck with me 'til I'm dead
Stack cheese, mozzarella
Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas
I got that baseball bat, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm next (I'm next, I'm next)
Feel like Barry Bonds runnin' home with that check (check)
Call that girl Louis V, slugger when she wet
Yeah, I throw that dick, she bouse that ass back, got me blunt
I whip a Tesla with no hands, got this bitch on autopilot
Got yo' hoe givin' me top like she tryna start a riot (a riot)
Fuck a TV show, I got more stripes, my hoes exotic
Got 'em gettin' erotic 'cause my project, but I ain't even dropped it
Writer(s): David L Doman, Raqhid Jevon Render, Danny T Levin, Matthew Hauri
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