Zaytoven - Hold Dat Thought lyrics

[Intro] Zaytoven on the track Zay-tiggy! Gucci, Gucci So Icy Entertainment Let's go [Hook: repeat 2X] They call me Chef Boy RG, but hold that thought It's a Kodak moment, how I hold that fork Got a hurricane wrist game tornado turns dog Pockets Piggly Wiggly, caine Kermit the Frog dawg [Gucci Mane] Early in the mornin, I ain't even yawnin Cookin up a cake, like I'm doin a performance When it come to flossin, I ain't even talkin Diamonds on my donk* got my Chevy moonwalkin Ten bricks on my Bart Simpson, just look My watch, thirty-five pounds of kush My ring, thirty-six O's my nig' My bracelet, five hundred pounds of mid' A Gucci wrapped tour bus, y'all hoes follow us Party pack of pills man, hoes gonna swallow us Naturally a loner, but love my kid Mix the soda with the cola, I can buy me a friend New swag somethin like Trap House times 10 E'ry nig' around me bust heads, YA DIG?~! Iced out grill, I can't buy that bullsh** I'm with some street sh**, like the reverend in the pulpit [Hook] [Gucci Mane] Like the boy RIP Ham I got a real good J One gram for the eighty, that's a real good play Got them Vince Carter quarters, add soda and water I'm not athletic, but I'mma straight baller The Spud Webb ticket, with the Larry Bird yay And it's jumpin from the free throw like MJ See my 'Vette pa** by, like a Steve Nash pa** Say boy you lightnin fast, or the Utah Jazz Like Dr. J shorts, my work real tight You got that Atlanta Hawks yay, it won't get right (You cain't get right) Catch me on the rebound, like Bo Outlaw I'mma Mikey Vick it, whip it, cook it southpaw Thirty-six ho-zoes, tried to make the endzone Made a sho' hard move, and used my cell phone Always scramblin in the pot, just like Steve Young Five for the Keyshawn, seven for the Deion [Hook] [Gucci Mane] Gucci on fire like mojo crack pot Fell over a chump, right back like crack rock Money stupid dumb, just like Cold Blood Just like Young Hot, I show no love Mines is gettin like Cheeba, mines like Fat And my trap roll hard, just like Shawty Black I'mma country a** n***a, just like Ace Gotta fetish, for the stones, just like UGK My dough like bruh, yours like G And my patience very short, just like Courtney C Angie B, Russell P, but it's yo' choice My girl Angel p**y deep, like Slick Man voice Like Redd oh-three, man I got bread My pocket on swoll like HP fo'head I'mma money go getter, so I'm like gettin {?} Gotta a hundred hoes jockin, just like throwback [Hook] [Outro] Ay man, Street Entertainment So Icy Entertainment We present the Trap-A-Thon That's a money makin marathon Cause Gucci Mane I'm a trapaholic I'm addicted to the trap, you feel me? I'm in Zone 6 central right now Chillin in the traphouse I got my A-R's to cook, you feel me? I feel like a motherf**in waffle house chef right now GEAH! Gucci Mane, Laflare man So Icy Entertainment, gone