Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Kevin Brown
Background Vocals
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lakim Bryant
Producer
Märvel
Producer
Big Gator BOSSMAN.
Producer
Tee-WaTT
Producer
Jason Rich
Producer
Ryan West
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Aye 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 (That's cold, bitch, woo)
I'm at Giuseppe
I'm in the back of the store gettin' Becky(Like woo)
Bitch (Baby)
This type of 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)
[Chorus]
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 mom sippin' whiskey (Woo)
Gravy got love for the south (Baby)
I fuck your bitch at the Waffle House (Baby)
[Verse 1]
Think I'm Larry Bird, bitch
Dunk on your bitch cervix
Talkin' 'bout you heard shit
What you heard? bitch?
Fendi my hip, pardon my drip
Reach in my pocket, I pull out your bitch (Yuh)
Bentley my whip, came with the grip
Found out my bitch couldn't fit
She fuckin' thicc!, bitch
[Chorus]
Drunk in Atlanta
I'm at you 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)
[Chorus]
This type of 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)
[Verse 2]
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 3]
I don't play games ****, know that (Know that)
I just want to skrilla like I'm Kodak (Kodak)
I done got the brain, you can come and get your hoe back
I can find a bag anywhere, fuck a Lojac
I just poured a four and a perc' I'm bout to throwback
I'ma let my chain hang, everywhere I go at
I done been to chain gang, I don't want to go back
[Verse 4]
This that hoopin' shit, baby
Yeah I break the pussy's ankles, baby
Dream Shake her titties (Like woo)
[Outro]
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 in my 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
Written by: Matthew Hauri, Dominique Jones