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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Aaron Zuckerman
Aaron Zuckerman
Programming
Matthew Pynn
Matthew Pynn
Pedal Steel Guitar
Christian Dold
Christian Dold
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Zuckerman
Aaron Zuckerman
Songwriter
Christian Dold
Christian Dold
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
Robert Richardson
Robert Richardson
Songwriter
Ben Burgess
Ben Burgess
Songwriter
Brandon Stewart
Brandon Stewart
Songwriter
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diamond Pistols
Diamond Pistols
Producer
Popnick
Popnick
Producer
Aaron Zuckerman
Aaron Zuckerman
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

A lot of people ask me, "Gravy off probation?" "What happened in Georgia?" Well, do I got a story for you. First time in the South And I sure got acquainted Bonding with my Atlanta boys Until them cops detained us Started out the night With some liquid entertainment Ended with the cops Pushing my face into the pavement I went to jail in Georgia I swear I ain't commit no crime I tried to cross the Tennessee border And then I went a second time I was 18, just tryna have a good time 8 hours later, had 4 felony crimes They started a manhunt, for fun cause they could Sweaty as hell, with my boys hiding in the woods That's when... I went to jail in Georgia I swear I ain't commit no crime I tried to cross the Tennessee border And then I went a second time "Get down on the ground!" Say what? Oops! I wasn't listening Every cop in town was on a Gravy-hating mission They took out the homies, it was one by one They started screaming "Yankee" and I knew I had to run That's when I went to jail in Georgia I swear I ain't commit no crime I tried to cross the Tennessee border And then I went a second time So if you find yourself in one of those small towns where the sun goes down I promise you the judge, the jury, the law enforcement, They're all related, and its family first You might wake up smelling bacon and eggs And then find out that the B&E you were hoping for, Was just 2 counts of Breaking and Entering So I got 240 hours of community service, and I learned my lesson At least i thought I did until 2 years later, When I accidentally broke into a tire store And once again... I went to jail in Georgia I swear I ain't commit no crime I tried to cross the Tennessee border And then I went a second time Shout out Towns County Ohhh, jail nah Don't try to fight with the law My cellmate's a cho-mo Where is my call? I miss my bitch And I miss my dawgs OWWWWW
Writer(s): Ben Burgess, Robert Richardson, Brandon Stewart, Aaron Zuckerman, Christian Dold, Matthew Hauri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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