Gervonta Davis

(Vaze on the track, boy)

Trouble Crew, 4469

I got rich and come from shit, ain't too much I can care for (You know that)

Make sure foenem straight, they know my word is somethin' I stand on

Made him pack it up, we clapped his ass puttin' the key in the door (Frr)

All my walk down skills and how I slime shit out come from the 4 (From the block)

I could call her now, get all in her throat, that ain't your ho (Haha)

Beef, we box it out, Gervonta Davis get the shit we on (Ayy, Tank)

He been talkin' wrong, just got his lo', I'm waitin' 'til he come home

How you gon' beef with real killers and you a ho? We all know

Are you gon' slide 'bout that shit they took, what you call for?

Ain't even have nothin' to do with that, I still bought all the poles (Ayy, foenem, look)

Get them cars, foenem slide, they pull up, bust out all doors

You **** was on my dick when I was booked, I wasn't at y'all door

Know me how? When I gave you some noodles, you gave me a phone

Or I told you I'm finna bond out for forty-five, I'm goin' home

I don't fuck with ****, I'm kickin', I'm tryna slime, these **** know

Dear the Lords, please stop puttin' that gangster all in y'all songs

Before I jumped off the porch, Montana, he was diggin' y'all all alone (Frr, frr)

I posted when we win, I swear that shit still don't seem real, on my soul

You know I went on the Deuce and frr, frr, frr, them **** know

And Montana, he sittin' in the stu' right now with me and them **** gone (They tore it up)

I got rich and come from shit, ain't too much I can care for

Make sure foenem straight, they know my word is somethin' I stand on

Made him pack it up, we clapped his ass puttin' the key in the door (Hahaha)

All my walk down skills and how I slime shit out come from the 4 (Frr, that shit off the block, man)

I could call her now, get all in her throat, that ain't your ho (I could dick her down)

Beef, we box it out, Gervonta Davis get the shit we on (Ayy, Tank, what up?)

He been talkin' wrong, just got his lo', I'm waitin' 'til he come home

How you gon' beef with real killers and you a ho? We all know

You know I'm fucked up, sometimes, I ain't gotta say shit I said before

We finally lucked up, caught one **** danglin', hit him with every pole

He got switched up with the Drac', the Gen3, and the 4 (Frr)

When them people pulled up, they yellin', "DOA," this **** gone (Bah, bah)

You know I'm havin' some fun, blowin' some funds if I ain't on the block with my gun

Thinkin' you approachin' me dumb, I'm uppin' my gun, I'm finna make a lil' noise

Came through Urus truck in the middle of the slums, I'm drivin' this bitch like a Taurus

Forever was robbin' and trappin', and blowin' my rachet

Started rappin', now look at Tamikala's son (Haha)

Ayy, THF or death, man

I want all

You know?

Motherfucker'll get down and lay down