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Zaytoven
My boy, what? My boy
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
Hah, hah, hah, hah

If it´s up, it´s up then (It´s up)
Only care ´bout money (Money)
Told that bitch she ugly (Ugly)
She think she classy but she dusty (Dusty)
She think she poppin´ but she busted (Busted)
She be on that thot shit
LV on my luggage (Louis)
I want nothin´ but bands (Guap)
Lil Reese a block-head (Block)
Folks could leave the block dead (Nah)
I pull up in a drop head (Skrrt)
Whoop, that´s what the cop said (Fuck the cops)

I´m slipping? You tripping
Blam blam, him, him
Han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han

Ayy, lil´ baby, stop it (Stop it)
Off, could you knock it? (Knock it)
Down the block, I´m choppin´ (I´m choppin´)
Man, them niggas rock-heads (Bitch)
Oh, lil´ nigga, we not scared (Nah)
I smoke weed ´cause I´m a pothead (Dope)
Leave a lil´ nigga drop dead (Bang, bang)
I fuck around and leave a cop dead (Woo)
Foes never still slide on the opps, yeah (The opps)
I upped my jump, told her top it
Saw somethin´ I wanted, I copped it, uh
The dope I´m smokin´ too toxic, uh
Can´t even tell lawyer what I did
Tryna pull it up, I´m fuckin´
I´m tryna see if I´m fuckin´, uh
Saw the five-seven like, "What´s this?" (Zaytoven)

I´m slipping? You tripping
Blam blam, him, him
Han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han

Flexing on my old bitches like (Flexin´)
I wish that, I can give a fuck
You can´t even sit with us
You ain´t gang, you ain´t gang
Nigga you can take the thot
Do your thing, do your thing
You couldn´t even get the box
´Cause you lames, ´cause you lame, ayy
Some hoes don´t be tryna fuck
But they´ll give you brain, give you brain
I just rolled a couple up
Residue on Helmut Lang, Helmut Lang