[Hook - Pimp C]

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)

[Verse 1: Bones]

Robert Davis, in my system

I turn it up and then I can feel him

Robert Davis, in my swisher

I take a hit and then I can feel it

Never comin' down, always goin' up

And don't ask "what's up?" cuz I am what's up

And don't ask what's good, the answers me

And don't ask who I'm with, I'm with the team

I'm guttin' blunts, I'm cuttin' trees

Young lumberjack with the rolled up sleeves

Rolled up jeans blowin' rolled up leaves

Ashin' out the window to the cold cut breeze

Cold cut team with the cold cut dream

And i'm lean till I R.I.P

Please, believe me, I been killin' these beats and bury them in a burial underneath the streets

Under my [?] under the bleachers I never see ya waitin' near the rejack

When you're an outlaw, like road dog, and when you a bad boy like DX

Throw an XD and a suck it

See we don't give a fuck we say fuck it

Fuck that and fuck Dave get ripped away but get out the way

AH!

[Hook: Pimp C]

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)

[Verse 2- Grandmilly]

Robert Davis, Robert Davis, DJ Screw up in my playlist

Killin' the most of you niggas that say this

Walking around with this Glock and my pager

Stopped the phone got reprimanded

These rowdy niggas got weapons with em

That's birdy stoops my raider nigga

Ya'll tape was dead and I'm saving nigga's

Stylish rag on my belt buckle, niggas talk tough but they felt knuckles

Rollin this dope while she cock back the nina

Ridin' through [?] and I'm lookin' for demons

NY to the bone star state; niggas get high listenin' to Pimp C tapes

My swag [?] everybody know me

Screwed up nigga, pourin' up mo' lean

Rolling my kush like a god damned fiend

Swervin' and can't [?]

Niggas ain't knowin a god damned thing

Aim at your melon and bust yo brain

What's up, pimpin' these hoes

Don't mess with Texas they told you before

Smokin' this low, tippin' them fo's

Representin' for those who came befo'

Ho!

(King of the muhfuckin...)

[Hook: Pimp C]

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)

Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)