[Chorus]
(1919)
(1919)
These hoes want my clout, these n***as want my stain (Yeah)
N-No, you not my slatt, get the fuck out the way (Buh)
N-No, you not slime, get the fuck out the way (Shoo)
These hoes wan' fuck Zen, told the little bitch, "Shoo!"
W-Way too high in this bitch, I'm finna jump out the roof (Yeah)
I don't know that fuck n***a, we don't even got no rules
Hit that jugg on bro, I got to go back to roots

[Verse]
On top, on top, young Zen can't lose (Yuh)
I'm tryna' fuck that bitch, lil' hoe can keep them n***s (Yeah)
Bands touched down, got me geekin' (Geekin')
Two fans in this bitch, gon' be leakin' (Buh)
I'm swerving that lane, not [?]
Tryna' slime me, fuck n***a, you tweakin'
Green pockets be like the Joker
I ain't cracking no jokes, face poker
W-Walk in this ho in my loaf—
These n***as they slack and they loafers
Number Nine jeans, Dover
Bitch tryna' come back, it's over
Shooting shit, green, floater
Fucked your bitch, don't know her
[Chorus]
(1919)
(19-9-9-9-19)
These hoes want my clout, these n***as want my stain (Yeah)
N-No, you not my slatt, get the fuck out the way (Buh)
N-No, you not slime, get the fuck out the way (Shoo)
These hoes wan' fuck Zen, told the little bitch, "Shoo!"
Way too high in this bitch, I'm finna jump out the roof
I don't know that fuck n***a, we don't even got no rules
Hit that jugg on bro, I got to go back to roots