HaHa Davis Pt2 lyrics

[Intro]
Ugh, ugh
We gon' give 'em
We gon' give 'em hell
We gon' give 'em hell, yuh, aye

[Verse]
We gon' give 'em hell, yuh
All this guap on CVC's, I did that with no help
I could crack your CC, n*gga
Do that by myself, I'm in LA, smoking GG
That's good gas, you couldn't tell, b*tch, this ain't no GG
I feel like I'm cute, aye, I got guns and barrels
My lil' bro think he should baz because he always carry shells
Oh, them coppers thought they had one, bro walked out the cell
Surf Gang, b*tch, the realest and I know your b*tch can tell
Know your b*tch can—
Yeah, give 'em hеll
I feel like KEY!, how a n*gga give 'em hеll
Got the key to my city, why you want to see me down?
Aye, hating ass n*ggas, reason why they not around
Uh, with yo' b*tch we getting low and she gon' f*cking go
Got no time for no lil' dirty b*tch, I just get top and go
Said it's only sodas in the crib, I think it's her time to go
Just hit a coffin, man, so [?] 'cause it's cold
I'm in the 'A, n*gga, might be in yo' zone
Catch me right by JJ's Fish, man, it's just me and Vo
Yeah, I'm by JJ's Fish, I heard that they got hoes
That baby Zaza sh*t, I also got some lows
I stick to the code, aye
Money over b*tches, yeah, you know that that's the code
If I'm countin' digits, man I do that with my bros
Heard it's a pandemic, how the f*ck we doin' shows?
Aye, we sell out a show