F What the Opp Said

[Intro]

Zaytoven

Fuck what the opp said

Yeah, I'm runnin' fast as I can

Ayy, where you goin'?

On my way to pop these rubber bands

[Verse]

Twelve hundred dollar PT's 'cause I can (Quit that shit, man)

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, don't come down, we at your top

Six still in the box, I'm damn near all he got

All this cash and sauce, need me a broom and a mop

Told me I ain't shit, baby, you stupid or not? ('Cause if you ain't stupid, I ain't shit)

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 ain't even ask the price

I'm the same nigga stole your bike

Yeah, I'm vicious but I don't bite (Yeah baby, come here, shawty)

Get a thirty to a lil' pint (Baby Duwop, get this)

Had the F&N in my right (Huh, skrrt, skrrt)

[Non-Lyrical Vocal Outro]