Ima slide til the whip on E

Take a puff and I glide through the sky

Yea living it ain't for the weak

But the druggies they make it alright

I don't got time to be in my feelings lil bitch I been in my bag

I know ain't no time but baby don't worry you know that lil Davoo'll be back

They totin em' guns for fun

I started ain't having a crumb

She taking my dick like some acid she ask me to put it all up on her tongue

The money my **** been gettin been touchin the ceiling come in by the ton

And I do my dance dance dance you know I ain't worried bout nun

Yea the whip all black, woo wop

Fuck around get smoked, Tupac

Ima stack this bag to the roof top

Yea im what you not, too hot

Yea im what you not, too hot

Yea im what you not, too hot

Yea im what you not, too hot

Yea im what you not, too hot

Bitch on my phone in the middle of the morning ain't talkin bout nun

Ain't got no time for that

Wake up in the morning I'm thinking bout hustlin

I need a block of the cheese if she ain't bout the green then she ain't for me

I made a 10 in my sleep the whole team eating that's what keep me going

I ain't even touch my prime

Turned 23 I'm in my Jordan year

Flood on my left wrist I went Cartier then I put a lil bag in my ear

All in my face

Doin that trippin

Girl you gotta catch a vibe around here

It ain't nothing but some rich **** when we walk in the building they all stare

And we ain't no 30 deep

Sum more like 4 deep

I came in with my **** and left with my **** no we ain't that friendly

Know I keep me a Glock

Bitch I'm from Texas so why would you test me

And I can't give a fuck bout none of these **** cause I know they ain't me

Exotic smoke all in my lungs

I like how I feel when I'm off of that purp

I stay too real on them drugs

She say I'm healed I'm harder to hurt

I move how I move but I know it ain't right

I stand on my money I double my height

I walk in the room chain so bright

Talkin to God know we gon' be alright

New pack you can tell just by the smell

Got the load and it's coming through the mail

**** play then we send his ass to hell

Keep it gangsta I never kiss and tell

Some **** switched up oh well

Only trust in God and my blick

Need it fast and you move it like a snail

Thank God every time we hit

We lit

Davoo

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