Xavier Dotson, better known as Zaytoven, is an American record producer out… Read Full Bio ↴Xavier Dotson, better known as Zaytoven, is an American record producer out of San Francisco, California born in Germany on an Army base He was raised in San Francisco but later moved to Atlanta, Georgia. Since then, he has worked with Gucci Mane extensively, contributing at least one song on every one of his albums, and doing many mixtapes with him. He has also worked with other notable Atlanta artists, such as Soulja Boy, Gorilla Zoe, Young Jeezy and OJ Da Juiceman. He first started making beats for local San Francisco artists such as Messy Marv and San Quinn."It was during his time in San Francisco did Zay reach his formative years. He learned to play piano, guitar and organ in the church choir and soon began selling beats to local Bay Area rappers.

Zaytoven was playing a lhe saxs producing for local Atlanta artist Gucci Mane, Zaytoven became the go-to producer for JT Tha Bigga Figga and Messy Marv. But just as his beats began to become popular his family packed up and moved to Georgia.But because of the fact Zaytoven wanted to get his name out and thought he would be more successful in the California area, He decided to stay

In 2000, Zaytoven joined the rest of his family in the Atl, Georgia area

Ice on My Neck
Zaytoven Lyrics

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She know she bad, I got the bag
Foreign with two-thirty on the dash
I could count cash, fast
Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the Xans
Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands
She cute, she having a hand, I'm rich I know I'm the man
Ice on my neck, god damn, I got bitches poppin' up like Spam
Stole my money gave her twenty-two grams

Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram
She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my Vans, yeah
Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters they jump out the van

Ice skatin' got my shooters waitin'
I got the crib just bakin'
I wanna fuck 'em, impatient, foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I'm racin'
.38 keeping my shell casings
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
(I'm geeked up) yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare (it's rare)
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, yeah, fuck machine is an eclair (double C)
After they come out next year
I'm drankin' lean, not no beer
Shut the fuck up, ain't no reason to care
Get your ass buss, ain't no pussies over here (don't do that, my nigga)
Brand new foreign with the cam on the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that are white like veneers
These niggas fallin' off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
Ya'll niggas sharks, they cut like some shears (y'all niggas sharks)

She know she bad, I got the bag
Foreign with two-thirty on the dash
I could count cash, fast
Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the xans
Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands
She cute, she having a hand, I'm rich, I know I'm the man
Ice on my neck, god damn, I got bitches poppin' up like Spam
Stole my money gave her twenty-two grams
Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram

She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my vans, yeah
Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters, they jump out the van, yeah

Overall Meaning

In Zaytoven's "Ice on My Neck," the lyrics express a luxurious and hedonistic lifestyle, as the rapper brags about his wealth, women, and drug use. The opening lines, "She know she bad, I got the bag," suggest that the rapper has a beautiful girl by his side, and he is flaunting his riches that allow him to keep her happy. The next lines, "Foreign with two-thirty on the dash, I could count cash, fast," highlight his fast cars and easy money, indicating an extravagant lifestyle.

The chorus, "Ice on my neck, god damn, I got bitches poppin' up like Spam," speaks to his penchant for flashy jewelry and having multiple women. The lyrics are laced with drug references, with lines like "Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the Xans" and "Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands." The mention of "shooters" and "shell casings" adds a touch of violence, underscoring the dangers of the street life that he is a part of.

Overall, "Ice on My Neck" is a catchy, high-energy rap song that glorifies materialism at its best - fast cars, jewelry, drugs, and women. While the lyrics may not be profound, it offers a glimpse into the lifestyle and mindset of a young, successful rapper who is living life on his own terms.

Line by Line Meaning

She know she bad, I got the bag
I have a lot of money, and the girl I'm with knows she's attractive

Foreign with two-thirty on the dash
I'm driving a foreign car and going 230 miles per hour

I could count cash, fast
I can count money quickly

Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the Xans
I drink lean and take Xanax to fall asleep

Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands
I'm smoking Gelato and carrying a lot of money in my pockets

She cute, she having a hand, I'm rich I know I'm the man
The girl I'm with is pretty and I feel confident because I'm wealthy

Ice on my neck, god damn, I got bitches poppin' up like Spam
I have expensive jewelry on my neck, and girls are showing up and trying to get my attention like spam email

Stole my money gave her twenty-two grams
Someone stole my money and gave me twenty-two grams of something

Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram
I sell drugs and measure everything out down to the gram

She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my Vans, yeah
The girl I was with had a big butt, and I have Supreme brand shoes

Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters they jump out the van
I have a Gucci bag filled with money, and I call up my friends who are willing to shoot people for me and they arrive in a van

Ice skatin' got my shooters waitin'
I'm wearing lots of expensive jewelry and my friends who will shoot people for me are waiting for my call

I got the crib just bakin'
I'm at home chilling and relaxing

I wanna fuck 'em, impatient, foreign, she half-Asian
I want to have sex with someone, and they are foreign and half-Asian

Foreign, I ride like I'm racin'
I'm driving a foreign car like I'm in a race

.38 keeping my shell casings
I carry a .38 revolver to protect myself, and I keep the used shell casings as evidence

None of my bitches is basic
None of the girls I'm with are simple or boring

On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
I'm taking drugs and feeling like the character Neo in the movie The Matrix

(I'm geeked up) yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm high on drugs and feeling excited

Everything I wear is rare (it's rare)
I wear expensive and unique clothing

Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
I have a Gucci item with a design that includes snakes, lions, and bears

Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
I like the Damier pattern from the brand Louis Vuitton

Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
I have rough sex with a girl and pull on her hair

Yeah, yeah, fuck machine is an eclair (double C)
I'm really good at having sex, and I compare myself to an eclair with two Cs, which could refer to Chanel

After they come out next year
I will continue to have sex well into the future

I'm drankin' lean, not no beer
I prefer to drink lean syrup instead of beer

Shut the fuck up, ain't no reason to care
I don't care about anything and want people to be quiet

Get your ass buss, ain't no pussies over here (don't do that, my nigga)
Don't act weak or scared, because there are no cowards around here

Brand new foreign with the cam on the rear
I have a brand new foreign car with a backup camera

Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I have a $20,000 earring in one ear, which is slang for expensive jewelry

I got some bitches that are white like veneers
I'm with some white girls who have teeth that are like veneers

These niggas fallin' off the map like Sears
My competitors are losing their popularity quickly, like the retail store Sears

I got these haters mad, they in tears
My haters are upset and crying because of my success

Ya'll niggas sharks, they cut like some shears (y'all niggas sharks)
My competition are like sharks, but I'm not afraid of them and can cut them down like scissors

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Xavier Lamar Dotson, Hoodrich Pablo Juan

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