DAVEY BOY SMITH lyrics

[Intro]
Grrt
Ayo, f*ck these n*ggas, Lord
Can't have sh*t, man
Everybody wanna f*ckin' be FLYGOD
You know n*ggas seein' y'all n*ggas stealin' my sh*t, you know, right? (The most gorgeous)
n*ggas, y'all n*ggas can't keep f*ckin' getting by with this sh*t no more, n*gga (I'm tellin you f*ck n*ggas)
You n*ggas is f*ckin' bums (FLYGOD)
Ayo

[Verse 1]
The stakes high on my Wade 5s
.9 in the Balmain waistline
My plug got me droolin', showin' bricks on FaceTime (Woo)
Peace to all my n*ggas doin' fed and state time (Woo)
Where the paperwork? Ain't no heard through the grapevine (Uh-uh)
Porterhouse steak well-done with some steak fries (Mm)
Pucci pullover in the red flyin' saucer (Skrrt)
Crack bags scatterd on the saucer
Fiend came back, she sold the baby at an auction (Ah)
Wore my conehead backwards with a revolver (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Everyday I miss Big Dump, wish I could bawl 'em
Threw the testers out, fiend's knees bloody from crawlin'
Pay attention, young man, your mind's fallin' (Ah)
Up in Saks two hours after they closed
Dominican b*tches titties out, baggin' up the reggaeton (Banjo)
[Interlude]
All headshots, n*gga (All headshots, n*gga)
Ayo

[Verse 2]
Force suspenders criss-cross, Mack Daddy or Daddy Mac (Brrt, brrt)
Scream, "Go door to door," in the bulletproof Cadillac (Skrrt)
East side Buffalo CP action pack (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, phew-phew-phew)
n*ggas tryna dethrone the king, imagine that (Phew-phew-phew, f*ck these n*ggas, lord)
Imagine no guns, no drugs in our habitat (Woo)
Johnny hit a stem, looked at me, and did the Cabbage Patch, woah

[Outro]
I got the best work, n*gga (Phew-phew-phew-phew-phew-phew-phew, phew-phew-phew)
Fourth Rope takin' over the motherf*ckin' world, n*gga
Who else could make a motherf*ckin' tape in a night, n*gga?
It's already Wednesday, n*gga, this sh*t come out tomorrow midnight, n*gga
Hahahaha, this sh*t gon' come out tomorrow night, n*gga
Your favorite rapper ain't dropped sh*t in how long?
You know, I don't even like to rap, that's the thing about it
I'm not a f*ckin' rapper
See, y'all like rappers
I'm an artiste
I'm a specialist, n*gga
I'm a culture curator, n*gga
I'm 'bout to take it back when posters was on the wall
So I can make sure your b*tch got me on the wall
Make sure your kids got me on they wall, n*gga
FLYGOD