(Zaytoven)

Yah, yah, yah, yah (Yeah)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah)
Yah, yah (Yeah)
Sosa, baby (Sosa)
GBE, baby (Bang, Bang)

Chocolate chopper for him, he think it's vanilla
Thirty shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I'm sweat her
Chief Sosa, I look up to you, pussy boy, you better
If you ain't smoking OG, I don't want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap' and Blood, throwing C's, throwing B's
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

Lift this chopper like some weights, I ain't bench pressing
Got FNH up in the club and I got Smith