Mozzarella lyrics

[Intro: Yung Gravy]
(​d.a. got that dope)
Woo, woo, woo
Yeah-yeah (Woah), yeah-yeah (Ayy), yeah-yeah (Ayy, woo, woo)
Oh, yeah-yeah (Ayy)
Ayy (Woo), woo (Woo), ayy, yeah-yeah
Woo (Woo), ayy (Ayy), uh (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
I feel like I'm Prince when I’m back in Minnesota (b*tch)
Green and red Gucci on me, feeling like the Joker (Woo)
Feel like Chief Keef (Yeah, yeah) when I'm ridin' in a Rover (Ayy, ayy)
I feel like I’m you every time your b*tch come over
I'm back in the kitchen (Yeah), sh*t on you like I'm a pigeon (Yeah)
From my position, I got too many decisions, ayy, ayy
Should I f*ck Nina or Tina (Tina), my life like a mission
Smash your b*tch, "911, therе's been a collision", ayy, ayy
I'm losing my vision (Yeah), wrist just won't stop glistenin'
Let's f*ck in thе whip, just got the Porsche, I still got it christen (Christen)
Sippin’ the wine, getting the bread, feel like a Christian
b*tch, it’s Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Get money, stack bread
f*ck with me 'til I’m dead
Stack cheese, mozzarella
Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas
[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I feel like that motherf*ckin' man when I hop out that Rover (When I hop out that Rover)
Yeah, I give her some band, that b*tch is a soaker (A soaker)
These f*ck boys ain't give me a hand, y’all n*ggas bogus (Bogus)
I guess that I'm drinkin' Bel Air tonight, I'm out of soda (Haha, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Stood on the corner with lot of you n*ggas, you enemy now, you ain't never show love (Y'all still ain't showed)
Me and Lil Gotit (Gotit, Gotit), we treatin' n*ggas like some Maybach curtains, they could never see us (I'm tellin' you)
Turn this sh*t on every minute of the hour (Minute or hour), it's daily and monthly and yearly with us (Put it on us)
Don't hesitate, just go 'head and pick it, or is you playin', is you really with us? (Bah, bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah)
Ayy, I wan' hear gun sounds (Brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt)
I just hear money counters (Beep, beep), I just see buss downs (Buss downs)
Don't sell secrets, b*tch (Yeah), I might keep it 'round (Shh)
Sound like trombone (Bah), when that choppa out (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Chorus: Yung Gravy, Lil Keed]
Get money (Get), stack bread (Slatt, slatt)
f*ck with me (Slime), 'til I'm dead
Stack cheese, mozzarella
Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas

[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
I got that baseball bat, yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Ness (Like I'm Ness)
Feel like Barry Bonds, running home with that check (Check)
Call that girl Louis V slugger when she wet, yeah (Wet)
I throw that di*k, she bounce that ass back, got me blessed
I whip the Tesla with no hands, got this b*tch on autopilot
Got your ho givin' top, like she tryna start a riot (Riot)
f*ck a TV show, I got more stripes, my hoes exotic
Got 'em gettin' erotic 'cause my project, but I ain't even dropped it