Zaytoven
Zay-f*ckin'-toven
F*ckin' on this bitch in the back of somebody house
If it ain't Zay, then it's up like a brother spouse
I don't want sex from your girl, I would like mouth
My bitch booty got dance like an old couch
Finna show my ass, let 'em know what a nigga on
Talkin' out they neck, quickest way to see a nigga gone
Roll 'round with six different names like I'm Sean Combs
My gang, I don't be attached like a human bone
This bitch wanna get f*cked, she gon' get flown
F*ck it, she gon' get flewn, beat it 'til it turn blue
Why I got one bitch, nigga I can have two?
Glock on the hip, like once I got glue
Got a little older, then I started hangin' with the Jews
Big brain shawty with a high enough IQ
Big 3 shots comin' in on the IV
Nigga got cold, cover blanket, it's LV
Can't a nigga broker tell me nothin', that's on God
Niggas at the park lookin' at me like a young God
Bro'nem snatch a nigga chain, call him Rashad
One bitch black, one Asian, now it's Rush Hour
Thick white bitch, same color as some cauliflower
Shit 'bout to get real lit, keep the door closed
Bentley coupe two doors, Bentley truck four doors
Fill a bitch up with 'bout four hoes
She ain't tryna' f*ck, that's a no-go
Kick the bitch out, that's a waste hoe
Hey, hey
All my shooters don't play, yeah (don't play)
I beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (ooh)
High top shoes, no lace, yeah (no cap)
Bad bitch came from LA, yeah (LA)
Whole lotta shots, no trace (bang)
I walked in, tryna call my own plays
Yeah, we got a chopper, chop the top off the Wraith
I count a backend just to rock on the stage
Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (rockstar)
We drippin' this shit all day
Go get millions, that's an accomplishment
Ain't f*ckin' with y'all boring hoes, no way
I ain't f*ckin with y'all, oh no
I send shots where your mama stay
Just 'cause we don't care too
I was geeked out in that Maybach, shit
I was drivin' without no hands, ooh
I hopped in that Hellcat, shit
I'm dirvin' it with no hands too
I don't lose
No, y'all boys ain't havin' no clue, yeah
Smokin' big blunts of White Runtz
While I'm kicking shit with Lil Uzi
I'll take the cam', make a movie, yeah
I'll pop the shit on your order
Niggas ain't playin', we'll lose it
We havin' bad bitches with big booties (bad bitch, let's go)
I'm on some slimeball time
I bring them slimeballs 'round
I'm with the same ones that pullin' me down
Ain't holdin' up, I'm on the grind
Playin with Lil Keed, it's a whole lotta shot
I don't know why she cryin', I don't give a f*ck
She know I'm a dog, she know I'm a lot (yes sir)
Hey, hey
All my shooters don't play, yeah (don't play)
I beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (ooh)
High top shoes, no lace, yeah (no cap)
Bad bitch came from LA, yeah (LA)
Whole lotta shots, no trace (bang)
I walked in, tryna call my own plays
Yeah, we got a chopper, chop the top off the Wraith
I count a backend just to rock on the stage
Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (rockstar)
We drippin' this shit all day
Go get millions, that's an accomplishment
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Zaytoven
Zay-f*ckin'-toven
F*ckin' on this bitch in the back of somebody house
If it ain't Zay, then it's up like a brother spouse
I don't want sex from your girl, I would like mouth
My bitch booty got dance like an old couch
Finna show my ass, let 'em know what a nigga on
Talkin' out they neck, quickest way to see a nigga gone
Roll 'round with six different names like I'm Sean Combs
My gang, I don't be attached like a human bone
This bitch wanna get f*cked, she gon' get flown
F*ck it, she gon' get flewn, beat it 'til it turn blue
Why I got one bitch, nigga I can have two?
Glock on the hip, like once I got glue
Got a little older, then I started hangin' with the Jews
Big brain shawty with a high enough IQ
Big 3 shots comin' in on the IV
Nigga got cold, cover blanket, it's LV
Can't a nigga broker tell me nothin', that's on God
Niggas at the park lookin' at me like a young God
Bro'nem snatch a nigga chain, call him Rashad
One bitch black, one Asian, now it's Rush Hour
Thick white bitch, same color as some cauliflower
Shit 'bout to get real lit, keep the door closed
Bentley coupe two doors, Bentley truck four doors
Fill a bitch up with 'bout four hoes
She ain't tryna' f*ck, that's a no-go
Kick the bitch out, that's a waste hoe
Hey, hey
All my shooters don't play, yeah (don't play)
I beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (ooh)
High top shoes, no lace, yeah (no cap)
Bad bitch came from LA, yeah (LA)
Whole lotta shots, no trace (bang)
I walked in, tryna call my own plays
Yeah, we got a chopper, chop the top off the Wraith
I count a backend just to rock on the stage
Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (rockstar)
We drippin' this shit all day
Go get millions, that's an accomplishment
Ain't f*ckin' with y'all boring hoes, no way
I ain't f*ckin with y'all, oh no
I send shots where your mama stay
Just 'cause we don't care too
I was geeked out in that Maybach, shit
I was drivin' without no hands, ooh
I hopped in that Hellcat, shit
I'm dirvin' it with no hands too
I don't lose
No, y'all boys ain't havin' no clue, yeah
Smokin' big blunts of White Runtz
While I'm kicking shit with Lil Uzi
I'll take the cam', make a movie, yeah
I'll pop the shit on your order
Niggas ain't playin', we'll lose it
We havin' bad bitches with big booties (bad bitch, let's go)
I'm on some slimeball time
I bring them slimeballs 'round
I'm with the same ones that pullin' me down
Ain't holdin' up, I'm on the grind
Playin with Lil Keed, it's a whole lotta shot
I don't know why she cryin', I don't give a f*ck
She know I'm a dog, she know I'm a lot (yes sir)
Hey, hey
All my shooters don't play, yeah (don't play)
I beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (ooh)
High top shoes, no lace, yeah (no cap)
Bad bitch came from LA, yeah (LA)
Whole lotta shots, no trace (bang)
I walked in, tryna call my own plays
Yeah, we got a chopper, chop the top off the Wraith
I count a backend just to rock on the stage
Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (rockstar)
We drippin' this shit all day
Go get millions, that's an accomplishment
Zay-f*ckin'-toven
F*ckin' on this bitch in the back of somebody house
If it ain't Zay, then it's up like a brother spouse
I don't want sex from your girl, I would like mouth
My bitch booty got dance like an old couch
Finna show my ass, let 'em know what a nigga on
Talkin' out they neck, quickest way to see a nigga gone
Roll 'round with six different names like I'm Sean Combs
My gang, I don't be attached like a human bone
This bitch wanna get f*cked, she gon' get flown
F*ck it, she gon' get flewn, beat it 'til it turn blue
Why I got one bitch, nigga I can have two?
Glock on the hip, like once I got glue
Got a little older, then I started hangin' with the Jews
Big brain shawty with a high enough IQ
Big 3 shots comin' in on the IV
Nigga got cold, cover blanket, it's LV
Can't a nigga broker tell me nothin', that's on God
Niggas at the park lookin' at me like a young God
Bro'nem snatch a nigga chain, call him Rashad
One bitch black, one Asian, now it's Rush Hour
Thick white bitch, same color as some cauliflower
Shit 'bout to get real lit, keep the door closed
Bentley coupe two doors, Bentley truck four doors
Fill a bitch up with 'bout four hoes
She ain't tryna' f*ck, that's a no-go
Kick the bitch out, that's a waste hoe
Hey, hey
All my shooters don't play, yeah (don't play)
I beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (ooh)
High top shoes, no lace, yeah (no cap)
Bad bitch came from LA, yeah (LA)
Whole lotta shots, no trace (bang)
I walked in, tryna call my own plays
Yeah, we got a chopper, chop the top off the Wraith
I count a backend just to rock on the stage
Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (rockstar)
We drippin' this shit all day
Go get millions, that's an accomplishment
Ain't f*ckin' with y'all boring hoes, no way
I ain't f*ckin with y'all, oh no
I send shots where your mama stay
Just 'cause we don't care too
I was geeked out in that Maybach, shit
I was drivin' without no hands, ooh
I hopped in that Hellcat, shit
I'm dirvin' it with no hands too
I don't lose
No, y'all boys ain't havin' no clue, yeah
Smokin' big blunts of White Runtz
While I'm kicking shit with Lil Uzi
I'll take the cam', make a movie, yeah
I'll pop the shit on your order
Niggas ain't playin', we'll lose it
We havin' bad bitches with big booties (bad bitch, let's go)
I'm on some slimeball time
I bring them slimeballs 'round
I'm with the same ones that pullin' me down
Ain't holdin' up, I'm on the grind
Playin with Lil Keed, it's a whole lotta shot
I don't know why she cryin', I don't give a f*ck
She know I'm a dog, she know I'm a lot (yes sir)
Hey, hey
All my shooters don't play, yeah (don't play)
I beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (ooh)
High top shoes, no lace, yeah (no cap)
Bad bitch came from LA, yeah (LA)
Whole lotta shots, no trace (bang)
I walked in, tryna call my own plays
Yeah, we got a chopper, chop the top off the Wraith
I count a backend just to rock on the stage
Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (rockstar)
We drippin' this shit all day
Go get millions, that's an accomplishment
Writer: Miles Parks McCollum, Raqhid Jevon Render, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes