Zaytoven
My boy, what? My boy
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
Hah, hah, hah, hah
If its up, its up then 
Only care bout money 
Told that bitch she ugly 
She think she classy but she dusty 
She think she poppin but she busted 
She be on that thot shit
LV on my luggage 
I want nothin but bands 
Lil Reese a block-head 
Folks could leave the block dead 
I pull up in a drop head 
Whoop, thats what the cop said 
Im slipping? You tripping
Blam blam, him, him
Han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han
Ayy, lil baby, stop it 
Off, could you knock it? 
Down the block, Im choppin 
Man, them niggas rock-heads 
Oh, lil nigga, we not scared 
I smoke weed cause Im a pothead 
Leave a lil nigga drop dead 
I fuck around and leave a cop dead 
Foes never still slide on the opps, yeah 
I upped my jump, told her top it
Saw somethin I wanted, I copped it, uh
The dope Im smokin too toxic, uh
Cant even tell lawyer what I did
Tryna pull it up, Im fuckin
Im tryna see if Im fuckin, uh
Saw the five-seven like, Whats this? 
Im slipping? You tripping
Blam blam, him, him
Han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han
Flexing on my old bitches like 
I wish that, I can give a fuck
You cant even sit with us
You aint gang, you aint gang
Nigga you can take the thot
Do your thing, do your thing
You couldnt even get the box
Cause you lames, cause you lame, ayy
Some hoes dont be tryna fuck
But theyll give you brain, give you brain
I just rolled a couple up
Residue on Helmut Lang, Helmut Lang