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Zaytoven
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Young mothafucking 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 nigga 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 dick too expensive for her
I guess the question who got hits
'Cause you ain't looking for me
I sent all my hitters out to get ya
Ya'll some ten year old kids
Tweeting like this "I'll fuck your mom little bitch"
$ki Mask you acting like you wasn't on tour jealous of me
Flexing on me, I told you don't test me homie
How your mans gon' leave you out here hanging
You should question homie

XXX is extra credit for me
I don't need tentacion
I need bands and diamonds blinging on me
XXX you resurrected on me
I'll wax you niggas on the block [?]

Okay now let me get this, why you beat a pregnant women?
My nigga who can rock with that, you need a lesson for it
And second off you acting 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 bitch out here giving throat
Stating that's my baby mama but she barely left out Diego
You niggas is gay hoes, better do as I say so
Know your mama mad she can't ever confess you ugly
Direct lil' homie, stainless at ya neck I'm buggling
Won't you Etch A Sketch or something
Address ain't correct or nothing

XXX is extra credit for me
I don't need tentacion
I need motivation, cash or something
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 turnting
XXX you extra weird and harmless
Don't be pressing 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 turnting
XXX you extra weird and harmless
Don't be pressing on me
I can X you out the game you started

Yeah nigga it's young mufucking Rob $tone up in this bitch
Its 1207 to the top boy!
Look nigga, I done told you nigga
I ain't playing no games with you niggas, look
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
Nigga we ain't even gonna let you in the building
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 nigga
I'ma tell you right now just get to the music my nigga
Aye Drake, you ain't even gotta worry about this little nigga
I got you homie ha-ha-ha-ha, yuh, yuh
Hey XXX, aye XXX, hey, hey XXX!
Yeah, its 1207 to the top boy!
I'm out this bitch man
Let me get back to my mufucking money man
I'ma get back to my debut album
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

done

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