F**k You Too

Yeah (Yeah) Davy getting money, that ain't news If Davy fell off, I never knew (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Trying to get this money times two You sounding like me, you's a part two (Ayy) Every time I see you with a different crew But you trying to take me out 'cause I don't lose Yeah, my whole crew smoke 'til we departed Copped some ammunition for a moving target I remember, chopped that shit up in the apartment Bag it up and hit the streets 'cause that's the market Back when I was putting stress on my mama (Ya heard?) Now we living presidential like Obama (Ya heard?) I came up, you can't tell that was karma At the MGM fucking up some commas I ride around just to catch who was talking I'm in that black thing while you still walking (Still walking) In the hood, nigga, tell me what's good She want Chanel and some Brandon Blackwood She want them labels that she can't even pronounce I had some liquor that I just had to denounce I'm good with wordplay, I do this every Thursday Dumping champagne on lame bitches acting thirsty (This is Dave) If you ever hated on me, nigga, fuck you too Yeah, you know we getting money, this that fresh kid crew You gon' have to put some money up talking that shit Niggas talking Davy Fresh, but they be bummy as shit If you ever hated on me, nigga, fuck you too Yeah, you know we getting money, this that fresh kid crew You gon' have to put some money up talking that shit Niggas talking Davy Fresh, but they be bummy as shit I be feeling like this karma really owe me some deeds I done put niggas on, when no one else would believe I be feeling like Fab, don't want these niggas to breathe I keep my foot on niggas' necks, my last shit was a tease So I'm back again, nigga, just to make you believe Spittin' Bible scriptures and miracles for the Gs I just roll another blunt and take the city under siege 'Cause they gon' knock my shit from NY to overseas Flooded up my wrists, you know the flow so fluid Overlapping rappers, got these niggas looking stupid Reality is, they wasn't part of the movement You need to check the scoreboard, you losing (You losing) If you ever hated on me, nigga, fuck you too Yeah, you know we getting money, this that fresh kid crew You gon' have to put some money up talking that shit Niggas talking Davy Fresh, but they be bummy as shit If you ever hated on me, nigga, fuck you too Yeah, you know we getting money, this that fresh kid crew You gon' have to put some money up talking that shit Niggas talking Davy Fresh, but they be bummy as shit You gon'—