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The Boys Are Back In Town

Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez & TrippythaKid

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Yung Gravy

Performer

Pouya

Vocals

Ramirez

Vocals

TrippythaKid

Performer

Trippy tha Kid

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ramirez

Songwriter

Kyle Destefano

Songwriter

flynn hadorn

Songwriter

Ari Starace

Songwriter

Kevin Pouya

Songwriter

Matthew Hauri

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Yung Gravy

Producer

Swvde

Producer

Y2K

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Aye, b****, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket

You be lookin' sweet like a f***in' fruit basket

Spit a couple raps, I get a check and Johnny Cash it

I smash it, I let your mama rock my sunglasses

[Verse 2]

Don't think nobody gonna f*** with me like I do

Look at me killin' it

Motherf***ers always talkin', but, damnit, I'm high too

That means I don't give a f***

[Verse 3]

Yeah, I wanna stunt

I make your salary thrice in a month

I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts

And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch

[Verse 4]

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

Ramirez with your b****

[Verse 5]

Ride in the back of the truck with the pump

With a mask coverin' my face

Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh

Inside of the cutty, one thing on my waist

Kick in the door, point me to the safe

F***in' imposters, I'm one of the best

Heat-seekin' missiles, I load up and hit you

I carry the coffin and drop it in grave, ho

[Verse 6]

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

Pouya with your b****

[Verse 7]

I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regiment

I'm pullin' up to Gravy mama house with perfect etiquette, lil' b****

(Hey, Mom, look, the boys are back in town)

[Verse 8]

Lil' b****, f*** that

They been tryna kill me 'cause my buck's fat

My new b**** so thick

That I got lost up in the butt crack

[Verse 9]

I'm ready to get my gloves back

Hop back in the ring and I run that

Rid of them off their love pack

I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back

[Verse 10]

Smokin' up on that twamp sack

Cut back in the 'Lac, off the Prozac

Pimpin' these b****es, I'm breakin' them off

As they hangin' up off my nut sack

[Verse 11]

Baby, bone, got a bone to pick with you, yeah

Hold up, Ricky, Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah

[Verse 12]

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

Trippy with your b****

[Verse 13]

Mozzarella, marinara

Put that s*** up on my pasta

I just got the Panamera, uh

Only flexin' 'cause I gots to

Bought some dope and made it water

Shark Boy, Taylor Lautner

Come for your mother and daughter

Puffin' the indica harder

[Verse 14]

I just f***ed your b**** in the back of my '96 DeVille

[Verse 15]

Aye, b****, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket

You be lookin' sweet like a f***in' fruit basket

Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it

I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes

Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic, b****

Written by: Ari Starace, Kyle Destefano, M.Hauri, Pouya, Ramirez, flynn hadorn

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