LYRICS
Zaytoven
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Young mother****ing Rob $tone in this bitch
God damn, yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
It's 1207 to the top boy
I see you tweeting, talking, but you acting phony
And ***** I don't need the clout
Don't need the cameras on me
You must've thought your mans was bad
You gassed up on him till I had to press the button
Press the gas and press up on him
This a warning
Don't come back to California
I won't even hit your shawty
My shit too expensive for her
I guess the question who got hits
'Cause you ain't lookin' for me
I sent all my hitters out to get ya
Ya'll some ten year old kids
Tweetin' like this
Rob $tone+xxxtracredit (Prod. Zaytoven)+xxxtracredit+I'll **** your mom little *****
$ki Mask you actin' like
You wasn't on tour jealous of me
Flexin' on me, I told you don't test me homie
How your mans gon' leave you out here hangin'
You should question homie
XXX is extra credit for me
I don't need tentacion
I need bands and diamonds blingin' on me
XXX you resurrected on me
I'll wax you bitches on the bless
Rob $tone+xxxtracredit (Prod. Zaytoven)+xxxtracredit+Then wax these bitches on *****
Okay now let me get this
Why you beat a pregnant women?
My nigga who can rock with tha
You need a lesson for it
And second off you actin' soft depressed lil' homie
And you put my number out
Now that's some shit a groupie hoe would do
But please don't make me talk about the video
Mask off, ass out, if you didn't know
And then you post one of a dumb *****
Out here givin' throat
Stating that's my baby mama
But she barely left out Diego
You niggas is gay hoes, better do as I say s
Know your mama mad she can't ever confess you ugly
Direct lil' homie, stainless at ya neck I'm bugglin'
Won't you Etch A Sketch or somethin'
Address ain't correct or nothin'
XXX is extra credit for me
I don't need tentacion
I need motivation, cash or somethin'
XXX you resurrected on me
I knew that you would be who mad
When you see me on your screen
XXX this extra credit for me
XXX this ain't a test, I'm turntin'
XXX you extra weird and harmless
Don't be pressin' on me
I can X you out the game you started
XXX this extra credit for me
XXX this ain't a test, I'm turntin'
XXX you extra weird and harmless
Don't be pressin' on me
I can X you out the game you started
Yeah *****
It's young mu****ing Rob $tone up in this bitc
It's 1207 to the top boy!
Look ****er, I done told you ****e
I ain't playing no games with you ****er, loo
They didn't want me to get violent
'Cause we done beat your home boy up in LA
You better not bring your ass out to San Diego
****er we ain't even gonna let you in the buildin
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yuh!
Like I said, like I said
They ain't want me to get violent
So, so, listen, listen, listen
Get to the music my ****e
I'ma tell you right now just get to the music my ****e
Aye Drake
You ain't even gotta worry about this little ****e
I got you homie ha-ha-ha-ha, yuh, yuh
Hey XXX, aye XXX, hey, hey XXX!
Yeah, it's 1207 to the top boy!
I'm out this ****er ma
Let me get back to my mother****ing money ma
I'ma get back to my debut album
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh