Music Video
Yung Gravy – Always Saucy ft. Ski Mask the Slumpgod & Trippythakid (Official Audio)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
TrippythaKid
Vocals
Raisi K
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
Heinz Kiessling
Songwriter
Kyle Destefano
Songwriter
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raisi K
Producer
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Zach Zurn
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's a lovely day
[Verse 2]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke (Ay)
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woe (Ay)
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waiting outside (Ay)
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds I'm ready to die (Ay)
[Verse 3]
And by the way
We getting high today
Heavens to Betsy yo bitch on my testes
I hit it like Messi, a mile away (Ooh)
Like what's up with you?
Feel like Shamu, 'bout to ride the wave (Shamu)
Gravy come through for your boo (Fly away)
Took your bitch like
What's up?
How you doin'?
Fuck some
PT Cruisin'
At the club
I'm perusin'
Bust a nut
Keep it movin'
That's that money talk (Whoa)
Gravy got the club doin' bunny hops
Got the Mighty Ducks V form on my watch
And you must've got your shit at Craigswrist
[Verse 4]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke (Ay)
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woe (Ay)
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waiting outside (Ay)
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds I'm ready to die
[Verse 5]
I'm bout to log off
Bout to nod off
Askin' all these questions, I start to resemble Nardwuar
Trick huh? Ta-da
Some rockin' Prada
Used to sell them drugs, always short 'em like a sawed-off
Half made 'em start up
Thought it was a narco
Read between the line with me, I somethin' like a barcode
His white tee, we make it red thought he leakin' sorrow
Seats in the whip same color bone marrow (Shh)
I smell an enemy in the vicinity
And when the battle begins, I turn to an entity
[Verse 6]
Killin' shit like my last name was Kennedy
Stay killin' shit like shit is name Kenny, see
Friend of me, enemies, ain't the half you pretend to be
Only percentage of what I let you fuck **** be
Secret sauce rollin' crab patties with Jelly Bean
Built different what you see in my damn anatomy, bitch
[Verse 7]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke (Ay)
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woe (Ay)
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waiting outside (Ay)
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds I'm ready to die (Ay)
[Verse 8]
Winter's in the back pack
Ride around the whole city in the Blackjack
You know Trippy keep it flippin' like a flapjack
If I'm goin' up north, then I go to my source
But you stay on my course like a black cat
Had bad luck, baby, but I passed that
Now it's just a little something I can laugh at (Hey)
I just want get lit where the cool kids is
Where the wild things are, I'm a god damn star
We about them bucks, we about them bars
If I ever get stuck, I don't gotta restart
I just need to get high, better land on Mars
Gotta land my prize, gotta get a new car
I just want another 'cause you breakin' my heart
I'm on another level what you thinkin'?
Trippy gotta quit the drinkin' (Ay)
[Verse 9]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke (Ay)
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woe (Ay)
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waiting outside (Ay)
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds I'm ready to die (Ay)
[Verse 10]
When I wake up I go
Straight to the weed man, I just need to smoke (Ay)
Then I get up and go
Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woe (Ay)
I don't got much but love
All of my homies are waiting outside (Ay)
They know I'm ready to roll
Smokin' on hundreds I'm ready to die (Ay)
Written by: Kyle Mason Destefano, Stokeley Goulbourne, Matthew Hauri, Heinz Kiessling
