F What the Opp Said

(Zaytoven)

Fuck what the opp said

Yeah, I'm runnin' fast as I can

Aye, where you goin'?

On my way to pop these rubber bands

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

My bitch do ghetto shit with her friends

Bitch ass ****, flashin' with the Canon 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, ****

Yeah, know how we rock, ****

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, ****?

Better go get your guap, ****

Stay away from them cops, ****

Bitch, we been hot ****

Got some Uzis and some

Glocks for the block, ****

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 **** 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 **** 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)

Woah, woah, woah, woah...