Gervonta Davis

[Intro]
(Vaze on the track, boy)
Trouble Crew, 446

[Chorus]
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
All my walk down skills and how I slime shit out come from the 4
I could call her now, get all in her throat, that ain't your ho
Beef, we box it out, Gervonta Davis get the shit we on
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

[Verse 1]
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 niggas was on my dick when I was booked, I wasn't at y'all door
Down 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 niggas, I'm kickin', I'm tryna slime, these niggas 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
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 niggas know
And Montana, he sittin' in the stu' right now with me and them niggas gone

[Chorus]
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
All my walk down skills and how I slime shit out come from the 4
I could call her now, get all in her throat, that ain't your ho
Beef, we box it out, Gervonta Davis get the shit we on
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

[Verse 2]
You know I'm fucked up, sometimes I gotta say shit I said before
We finally lucked up, caught one nigga danglin', hit him with every pole
He got switched up with the Drac', the Gen 3, and the 4
When them people pulled up, they yellin', "D.O.A.," this nigga gone
You know I'm havin' some fun, blowin' some funds if I ain't on the block with my gun
Thinkin' you approaching' 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

[Outro]
Ayy, THF or death, man
I want all
You know?
Motherfucker'll get down and lay down