Davy Jones

Lyrics

[Intro] ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song Huh, yeah ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song (I am the King) Bitch ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song I'll lay my ass on the floor if it's pape' on it (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, Shitty— yeah) Huh, yeah (ShittyBoyz) [Verse] I'll lay my ass on the floor if it's pape' on it If it's up then it's on the floor till you lay on it He ain't shut his mouth? .223 left his face open Flying Dutchman, I'm with my demons in a Wraith floating In the deep with them cannons tucked, bitch, I'm Davy Jones Sleazeball, probably stuffed a dick in yo baby dome Throwing bullets in the field, bro got his Brady on Really rock my heart on my sleeve 'cause it's made of Chrome All my bitch want is Fogo de, she a steak junkie I ain't had to savе in a minute, got my cape dusty Scrawny-ass white sticks on, boy, thеm ain't buffies Back when I was born, think my first words was "make money" I forgot my government, the fans calling me "The GOAT" They say love blind so I let my dick see her throat In the deep with all this drip on, how I keep afloat? Cowabunga Drac', 7.62s'll sink a boat Feeling like that nigga off of Sprint, bet they hear me now Levi's was empty, dog shit in the Amiris now Fuck around and bring a sack in Saks, I'ma clear it out Cowboy with it, lotta horses when I steer around Pretty bitch with some super head, she my [?] Me and bro Bob and Thor, we ride with a pair of hammers At the strip eating lamb chops, I ain't there for dancers Inhale any smoke with us? You gon' swear it's cancer ATL tripping, top floor, Ritz-Carlton Huh, yeah, huh, okay ATL tripping, top floor, Ritz-Carlton How the fuck you niggas breathe? All that dick gargling Spent a motherfucking car on my bitch cardigan Just ignore the Chrome Heart tee, I been heartless, bitch Hitman from Little Haiti, have my [?] spark his shit 2021, I ain't even gotta park the whip Turn water into Wockiana like how Jesus did I ain't gotta bring no dog shit, I get Visa slid I'm a smooth criminal with fraud, I ain't seen a bid ShittyBoy gang member, of course I'm a piece of shit I know [?] slimy, wipe his nose like he achoo All these damn guns, why the fuck would I box you? All I know is run a check up, how a doc' do Every day I'm waking up happy that I'm not you Had yo baby eat me in the morning like some oatmeal I been thumbing lately, I don't even know how broke feel I be punching shit and jamming chips, ain't did a dope deal If I don't see him camping on his block, I bet the scope will I won't even take a fucking bite unless my troops eating You can ask Jake, everything I wear be new season He was popping back in high school, see his juice leaking Bro a [?] hawking shit down like he knew Steven Cracking jokes with the hoes, you like fitness, huh You the 6ix9ine type, you a witness, huh Head fire like, damn, bitch, you gifted, huh Only thing on my bucket list is get rich as fuck I can't even walk up in my closet, I might drown in it Married to the motherfucking money, say my vows with it Big-ass motherfucking rocket, bitch, I'm Yao with it Lil' bro be blowing like the ref, bet not foul in it [Outro] Yeah, bitch, yeah Lil bro' be blowing like a, yeah Ha-ha, yeah, feel like Davy Jones (ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song) Huh, bitch, like Davy Jones Yeah (ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song) Yeah, ShittyBoyz