[Intro: Tre DaVinci]
Uh, uh, hah
Yeah
K dripped in sauce
It's DaVinci, bitch
Damn
[Chorus: Tre DaVinci]
Started from the bottom, now a nigga on the way, do you know how long did it took us?
I'm deep in my bag, so now I'm at the mall, throw racks every time they look up
Throwing salt on my name, why you playing with the gang? If it's really that deep, then pull up
You better not play some, R.I.P. Trayvon, everywhere I go, I got my hood up
I'm feeling like Master P, just tell me what you need, 'cause I got the hook up
That-that-that time of the month I make a nigga bleed, I give a nigga smoke like Hooker
When I'm on a Perc', I go berserk, I'm fucking so good, she shook up
Young-young-young boss nigga, they know that I'm ballin', you would think I was a hooper
[Verse 1: Tre DaVinci]
Bitch, I'm the bomb, I'm 'bout to blow
You better run, get on the floor
They called me a bum, said I was broke
Now they look dumb, you know how it goes
It wasn't fun sleeping on the floor
Now I got fun, yeah, I got dope
Gas in my lungs, who want the smoke?
Put that on my mom, you niggas is hoes
'Member when a nigga was broke? Now I get paid for features
Ho see a nigga coming up, now them hoes running up hot as a fever
Niggas more groupie than bitches, damn, thought I didn't need her
How is your nigga? How is your brother? He don't need features
I cut niggas off, I don't play that
Even if we go way back
Fuckin' on a bitch, that's payback
Then she eat the dick while I lay back
If you ain't with the gang, then stay back
I wanna see M's like a Maybach
Want to book a nigga, got to pay racks
Everybody want to play until a nigga play that
Uh, uh, hah
Yeah
K dripped in sauce
It's DaVinci, bitch
Damn
[Chorus: Tre DaVinci]
Started from the bottom, now a nigga on the way, do you know how long did it took us?
I'm deep in my bag, so now I'm at the mall, throw racks every time they look up
Throwing salt on my name, why you playing with the gang? If it's really that deep, then pull up
You better not play some, R.I.P. Trayvon, everywhere I go, I got my hood up
I'm feeling like Master P, just tell me what you need, 'cause I got the hook up
That-that-that time of the month I make a nigga bleed, I give a nigga smoke like Hooker
When I'm on a Perc', I go berserk, I'm fucking so good, she shook up
Young-young-young boss nigga, they know that I'm ballin', you would think I was a hooper
[Verse 1: Tre DaVinci]
Bitch, I'm the bomb, I'm 'bout to blow
You better run, get on the floor
They called me a bum, said I was broke
Now they look dumb, you know how it goes
It wasn't fun sleeping on the floor
Now I got fun, yeah, I got dope
Gas in my lungs, who want the smoke?
Put that on my mom, you niggas is hoes
'Member when a nigga was broke? Now I get paid for features
Ho see a nigga coming up, now them hoes running up hot as a fever
Niggas more groupie than bitches, damn, thought I didn't need her
How is your nigga? How is your brother? He don't need features
I cut niggas off, I don't play that
Even if we go way back
Fuckin' on a bitch, that's payback
Then she eat the dick while I lay back
If you ain't with the gang, then stay back
I wanna see M's like a Maybach
Want to book a nigga, got to pay racks
Everybody want to play until a nigga play that
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