(Zaytoven) Haa, dope boys, wow Zaytoven, Ziggy It’s Gucci Dope boys stand up Haa, Zone 6 shit Fuck ya
I pay a penny for your thoughts and leave your brains on the asphalt Don’t blame me, it’s the cash fault I throw rocks from the glass house A trap house, a stash house Rob your plug, take the mask off I don’t need a handout but I might cut your hand off I’m so Marilyn Manson, I’m so heinously handsome I’m more dangerous than famous, I’ll take your grandson for ransom Up all night, live a vamp life, that lady in the trap My bitch sleep all day, got gold fangs like a vampire The neighbors might find it odd I wear my shades in the dark And when I say I’m a god I still have faith in the Lord Know the tank is a sport, be careful what you record These men act like boys they scared to cut off the cord I’m in the wrong profession but I’m just guessin’ But my mom home stressin’, I’m over the stove scratchin’ These niggas all dry snitches, they singin’ like John Legend 500 pints, I sold ’em in 9 seconds My money took a nosedive, I rob my next play But I ain’t shuttin’ the trap down, I opened up next day Man I just had a vision They tryna send me to prison With no pot to piss in No women to stick my dick in It’s the clone named Gucci They should call me Tuki He wire tapped, that boy ain’t kill him cause he look like Pooki Look at dope fiend Suzy, that’s my dog like Lucy (grrr) I’m a neighborhood celeb and she’s a dope boy groupie
Dope boy, skrt, skrt Wizop, catch up Oh, oh, skrt-skrt It’s Gucci nigga It’s Gucci Real trap boys Dope, dope, boys Get your motherfuckin’ weight up Pussy Somebody bring me a [?] in the shade Ha Pressi Ha, skrt Woptober, trap shit Zaytoven