"Mozzarella" lyrics
Yung Gravy & Lil Keed Lyrics
D.a got that dope
Woo, woo, woo
Yeah-yeah, whoa, yeah-yeah, aye, yeah-yeah, aye
Yeah-yeah, aye
Aye, woo, aye, yeah-yeah
Woo, aye, uh, aye
I feel like I'm Prince when I'm back in Minnesota (Bitch)
Green and red Gucci on me, feelin' like the Joker
Feel like Chief Keef when I'm ridin' in the Rover
I feel like I'm you every time your 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 (Aye, aye)
Should I fuck Nina or Tina? (Tina)
My life like a mission
Smash your bitch, "911, there's been a collision" (Aye, aye)
I'm losin' my vision, wrist just won't stop glistenin'
Let's fuck in the whip, just got the Porsche I still gotta christen
Sippin' the wine, gettin' the bread, feel like a Christian
Bitch, it's Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition
Get money
Stack bread
Fuck with me
Till I'm dead
Stack cheese
Mozzarella
Make it rain
Make 'em need umbrellas
Yeah, I feel like that motherfuckin' man when I hop out that Rover
Yeah, I give her some band, that bitch is a soaker
These fuck boys ain't give me a hand, y'all nigga bogus
I guess that I'm drinking Bel Air tonight, I'm out of sodas (Let's go)
Stood on the corner with a lot of you niggas, you enemy, now you ain't never show love
Me and Lil Gotit, we treat these niggas like some Maybach curtains, they can never see us
Turn this shit on every minute or hour
It's daily, and monthly, and yearly with us
Don't hesitate, just go head and pick it
Or is you playin', is you really with us?
Aye, I wanna hear gun sounds
I just hear money counters
I just see bustdowns
Don't tell secrets, bitch
I might keep it 'round
Sound like trombone
When that chopper out
Get money
Stack bread
Fuck with me
Till 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 Ness
Feel like Barry Bonds runnin' home with that check
Call that girl Louie V slugger when she wet
Yeah, I throw that dick, she bounce that ass back, got me blessed
I whip the Tesla with no hands, got this bitch on autopilot
Got yo hoe givin' me top like she tryna start 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
Woo, woo, woo
Yeah-yeah, whoa, yeah-yeah, aye, yeah-yeah, aye
Yeah-yeah, aye
Aye, woo, aye, yeah-yeah
Woo, aye, uh, aye
I feel like I'm Prince when I'm back in Minnesota (Bitch)
Green and red Gucci on me, feelin' like the Joker
Feel like Chief Keef when I'm ridin' in the Rover
I feel like I'm you every time your 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 (Aye, aye)
Should I fuck Nina or Tina? (Tina)
My life like a mission
Smash your bitch, "911, there's been a collision" (Aye, aye)
I'm losin' my vision, wrist just won't stop glistenin'
Let's fuck in the whip, just got the Porsche I still gotta christen
Sippin' the wine, gettin' the bread, feel like a Christian
Bitch, it's Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition
Get money
Stack bread
Fuck with me
Till I'm dead
Stack cheese
Mozzarella
Make it rain
Make 'em need umbrellas
Yeah, I feel like that motherfuckin' man when I hop out that Rover
Yeah, I give her some band, that bitch is a soaker
These fuck boys ain't give me a hand, y'all nigga bogus
I guess that I'm drinking Bel Air tonight, I'm out of sodas (Let's go)
Stood on the corner with a lot of you niggas, you enemy, now you ain't never show love
Me and Lil Gotit, we treat these niggas like some Maybach curtains, they can never see us
Turn this shit on every minute or hour
It's daily, and monthly, and yearly with us
Don't hesitate, just go head and pick it
Or is you playin', is you really with us?
Aye, I wanna hear gun sounds
I just hear money counters
I just see bustdowns
Don't tell secrets, bitch
I might keep it 'round
Sound like trombone
When that chopper out
Get money
Stack bread
Fuck with me
Till 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 Ness
Feel like Barry Bonds runnin' home with that check
Call that girl Louie V slugger when she wet
Yeah, I throw that dick, she bounce that ass back, got me blessed
I whip the Tesla with no hands, got this bitch on autopilot
Got yo hoe givin' me top like she tryna start 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, Danny T Levin, Raqhid Jevon Render, Matthew Hauri
