Davo Gng lyrics

[Intro: Lil Kam]
1 Richiey get money
Look

[Verse 1: Lil Kam & YSN Marrr]
Ayy, watch that car, that b*tch keep spinning, uh
If that's the opps, they gon' be sh*tty, ain't no missing, uh
I'm finna shoot 'cause I can't see that b*tch through tinted, uh
Hop off the porch and blow that torch 'til that b*tch flipping, uh
Glock got a switch, yeah, this b*tch stutter, uh
Probably took this glizzy from your brother or your cousin, uh
She told me I'm rude 'cause I said she can't use my cover, uh
b*tch, go get your own, this sh*t just public when we f*ckin'
She said, "Kam, I love you," b*tch, you blocked after we f*ckin', uh
Why y'all like that internet? Please don't get me into that
Didn't even post a song and this lil' b*tch keep talkin' 'bout, "Send me that"
You n*ggas like chitter-chat, quick to get your n*gga whacked
Always David this and David that, go get your n*gga back
I'm in the stu', I'm zooted up, I'm off a Perky, uh
She tryna f*ck and I just met her, this b*tch thirsty, what the f*ck?
She want— uh, damn (f*ck)
Ayy, ayy, I f*cked up, ayy, I'm back in this b*tch though, look
Ayy, b*tch, you tweakin', uh
I just f*cked this b*tch and now Trey f*ckin', b*tch, I'm leavin', uh
Heard the opps outside, ayy, grab that heat 'cause, b*tch, we creepin', ayy
Ayy, bro, hurry up, I'm tryna go while this b*tch sleeping
Ayy, ayy, what you mean, gang?
b*tch, I just f*cked
[Verse 2: YSN Marrr & Lil Kam]
I got a party, where you at? This b*tch gon' bust (Look)
Just shared my lo', b*tch, hurry up, this b*tch a sl*t
Walked into this party smokin' gas, now this b*tch reekin', uh
Opps don't be outside, if he outside, he gon' be leakin'
Takin' pictures on his Benz outside his crib like I be creepin'
If he come up out that door, then I'm gon' leave that n*gga sleepin'
Look, posted on the ten and we promotin' the violence
Tell the opps to come outside, we know them n*ggas be hidin'
Look, for Lil David, we be slidin', uh
R.I.P. the opps, we spin they blocks, them n*ggas dyin'
He got hit all in his head, keep making disses, that boy be lyin'
He be cappin' in his rap, boy, this sh*t facts, he don't be slidin'

[Outro: Lil Kam]
A-B-C, one, two, three
Don't know why the opps wanna f*ck with me
Four, five, six, I got sticks
She said she was hungry, so I fed her di*k
b*tch, I'm gon' pop out
She tried to fight the di*k and it look like she just got knocked out
Ayy, spin down on that block, somebody told me that the opps out
No b*tch, I'm not a rock star, but, b*tch, I'm finna rock out
You like my beatboxin', b*tch
Boom