Chief Keef, Zaytoven - F What the Opp Said lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef, Zaytoven - F What the Opp Said lyrics]
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
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)
Yeah, I'm runnin' fast as I can
Ayy, 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 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)