"Gervonta Davis" lyrics
(Money done geeked on this motherfucker)
Ridin' through Cali with my .45
Two-dollar Cubans, thank God I'm alive
I walk in Louis, they pull me aside
Gucci or Pucci, it's hard to decide
3D umbrella, I'm dodgin' the rain
I put ice on my watch and baguettes on my chain
3K a pint, it's a hundred a stain
They say, me, Money Musik like Marlon and Wayans
Yeah, ten piece fresh out the bank
Yeah, this shit hit like it's tank
Yeah, I spill Wock' like a cane, huh
My shit a faucet, a sink
Free that lil' boy, he got locked for his sling
I just bought him a shiest, said he won't be the same
Yeah, Jubilee be on the stamp
I just offered it bust, but she wanted it plain
My shit pure like a 'caine
Fly shit, can't even complain
Jump out the truck and jump right in my lane
Nigga this .308 finna shake up the frame (Pew-pew-pew)
I get the sack like it's Frito-Lay
Sittin' in the trap in the middle of the day
Way too complacent to show her the game
She want Chanel, but she know she a lame
She movin' honestly, hey
She want Bottega on her bags, yeah, that bitch poppin' P (Let's go)
Yeah, she shake ass on her gang and that shit bother me (They don't know)
Yeah, I ain't the same, I'm goin' insane, and that shit ain't hard to see
See I'm out in Cali, I'm out in Bali, I'm out in...
Ridin' through Cali with my .45
Two-dollar Cubans, thank God I'm alive
I walk in Louis, they pull me aside
Gucci or Pucci, it's hard to decide
3D umbrella, I'm dodgin' the rain
I put ice on my watch and baguettes on my chain
3K a pint, it's a hundred a stain
They say, me, Money Musik like Marlon and Wayans
Yeah, ten piece fresh out the bank
Yeah, this shit hit like it's tank
Yeah, I spill Wock' like a cane, huh
My shit a faucet, a sink
Free that lil' boy, he got locked for his sling
I just bought him a shiest, said he won't be the same
Yeah, Jubilee be on the stamp
I just offered it bust, but she wanted it plain
Yeah
Ridin' through Cali with my .45
Two-dollar Cubans, thank God I'm alive
I walk in Louis, they pull me aside
Gucci or Pucci, it's hard to decide
3D umbrella, I'm dodgin' the rain
I put ice on my watch and baguettes on my chain
3K a pint, it's a hundred a stain
They say, me, Money Musik like Marlon and Wayans
Yeah, ten piece fresh out the bank
Yeah, this shit hit like it's tank
Yeah, I spill Wock' like a cane, huh
My shit a faucet, a sink
Free that lil' boy, he got locked for his sling
I just bought him a shiest, said he won't be the same
Yeah, Jubilee be on the stamp
I just offered it bust, but she wanted it plain
My shit pure like a 'caine
Fly shit, can't even complain
Jump out the truck and jump right in my lane
Nigga this .308 finna shake up the frame (Pew-pew-pew)
I get the sack like it's Frito-Lay
Sittin' in the trap in the middle of the day
Way too complacent to show her the game
She want Chanel, but she know she a lame
She movin' honestly, hey
She want Bottega on her bags, yeah, that bitch poppin' P (Let's go)
Yeah, she shake ass on her gang and that shit bother me (They don't know)
Yeah, I ain't the same, I'm goin' insane, and that shit ain't hard to see
See I'm out in Cali, I'm out in Bali, I'm out in...
Ridin' through Cali with my .45
Two-dollar Cubans, thank God I'm alive
I walk in Louis, they pull me aside
Gucci or Pucci, it's hard to decide
3D umbrella, I'm dodgin' the rain
I put ice on my watch and baguettes on my chain
3K a pint, it's a hundred a stain
They say, me, Money Musik like Marlon and Wayans
Yeah, ten piece fresh out the bank
Yeah, this shit hit like it's tank
Yeah, I spill Wock' like a cane, huh
My shit a faucet, a sink
Free that lil' boy, he got locked for his sling
I just bought him a shiest, said he won't be the same
Yeah, Jubilee be on the stamp
I just offered it bust, but she wanted it plain
Yeah
