Zaytoven
Fuck what the opp said
Yeah, Im runnin fast as I can
Ayy, where you goin?
On my way to pop these rubber bands
Twelve hundred dollar PTs cause I can 
My bitch do ghetto shit with her friends
Bitch ass nigga flashin with the Cannon lens, huh
Poles in the kitchen with the pots and pans, god damn
Fuck it, squeeze his top, click clock
Tick, tick, tick, tock, man, your girl a big bop, nigga
Yeah, know how we rock, nigga
Fuck is you talkin bout, nigga?
Better go get your guap, nigga
Stay away from them cops, nigga
Bitch, we been hot niggas
Got some Uzis and some Glocks for the block, nigga
Oh you lift up, dont come down, we at your top
Six still in the box, Im damn near all he got
All this cash and sauce, need me a broom and a mop
Told me I aint shit, baby, you stupid or not? 
Come over here, let me show you how to move the Glock
Poppin out on a nigga like Jack-in-the-Box
Bitch, why you starin? Oh, you like my fuckin ice?
Think about plottin on this lottery ticket, you gon get a price
Treat that pussy like a carnival, tryna win me a prize
Went to my jeweler and bought me some ice
Swear I aint even ask the price
Im the same nigga stole your bike
Yeah, Im vicious but I dont bite 
Get a thirty to a lil pint 
Had the F&N in my right