Zaytoven
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 n***a 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, n***a
Yeah, know how we rock, n***a
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, n***a?
Better go get your guap, n***a
Stay away from them cops, n***a
Bitch, we been hot n***as
Got some Uzis and some Glocks for the block, n***a
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 n***a 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 n***a 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]