Zaytoven
I got itchy palms
I just left Saint Laurent
Runnin up the guap
What I am I am, what Im not Im not
Life is fabulous
Its the crack of dawn
Niggas act real low
I put that shit on folks
Its tension, let me know 
I keep shit a C-note 
Fuck Chief Keef, he broke 
My clip hold three-oh 
Baby, suck it for me slow 
You tired, then let me know 
I can send you home 
That Uber wont be long 
She wanna sniff a slope
She walk around with coke
Had Fs on my report card, now I got Fs on my coat
Walked in there, buy a boat
I need helicopter, I got hella choppers, yeah
Scoops is telescopic, bounce around like grasshoppers, uh
I aint got no choice but do this shit for my dead partners, uh
Oh, you want some beef? Well, welcome to the Red Robins, uh
I just left Minnesota, I BBCd my jacket, uh
Shawty bouncin that ass, I think she want me to smack it
That H3, niggas aint fuckin round with these faggies
I dont want the ho again, nigga, I already done had it
Man, these lil niggas crab, call em red lobster
Thought you was playin with the gang, aw yeah, partner
In Marina del Ray with a bitch named Lana
Flipped a switch on a bitch, and I DameDot em
Fuck Chief Keef, he a ho 
That nigga dont got no poles
He dont live that shit he talk 
Fuck GBE, they soft 
This a gang of dons, we got a gang of guns
I dont give guns to my son, my daddy gave me one
Fuck Chief Keef, he aint havin
Them niggas are not savage, yeah
Come meet my automatic, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
God said let thy have it, uh
Gang slip, sign right up
We can get right up
Split your shit right up, uh, uh, uh
Then we split right up