[Intro]
Damn
I got 20 on my beat
What the fuck? Ayy
Ayy, what the fuck?
Ayy, ayy, damn
[Verse]
She callin' my phone, had to block her (Ayy)
So many pints like I've been at the doctor (Drank)
This chopper singin' like it's in an opera (Boom)
Fully automatic sound like a helicopter (Uh)
No limits to this shit like I'm Silkk the Shocker (Ayy)
Go hard in the paint, bitch, I feel like I'm Waka Flocka (Ayy)
Ayy, I get to drippin' when I'm on them bars (Facts)
I be high up, bitch, I'm up on a star (Demon)
The chop, the clip, it look like an arm (Ayy)
I got some shit that'll knock off a car (Boom)
I smoke the best, it's concealed in a jar (Yeah)
I done ditched on that ho, she wasn't playin' her part (Ayy)
When I shoot, I won't freeze up like J.R. (Nope)
It ain't my birthday 'cause I just got me AR's (Facts)
These weird ass niggas, I'm callin' 'em Nardwuar (Ayy)
I still wake up and eat me a Pop-Tart (Ayy)
Toast me a waffle and drink on some Wockhardt
The pump got kick like martial arts (Boom)
Bump down broad day, fuck after dark
I'm the type to jig your ass with that Apple Martin (Ayy)
Thought he had dog food, told him, "Apple sauce" (Facts)
Jump, the choppa made him criss-cross (Boom)
Big body shotta like Rick Ross (Ayy)
Bust a nigga like I'm Jigsaw
I'm out in Houston like Paul Wall
Perc' 10 got me knocked off
Bad bitch, she from Congo
She gave me top in the condo
I'm tryna put my beef in her taco
You smokin' on boof, you smokin' on Pablo
Big chop, bet I won't miss even with a blindfold
And the pussy so big, it'll knock off a rhino
I'm tryna spin your bitch like a vinyl
[Outro]
Facts, bitch, lil' O
I got the bow
Run down, the chop don't even got a scope
But I still hit his ass
But I won't beat his ass
Lil' bro in the grass
Davey was written by Fat Dave & Producer 20.
Davey was produced by Producer 20.