[Verse 1: The Boyboy West Coast]
See me? I'm ’bout my money
My paper, I'm 'bout my dollars
My [?] get it crackin’
Stay active with two revolvers
Santa Barbara, California
Blast at you, [?]
Get 'em, got 'em, he's a goner
Bomb bud, smell the aroma
Catch me posted with the homies
Block is hot, sippin forties
Layin' low from the police
If she's think then she should know me
And all my homies with is
All my bad bitches get it
Throw it up, break your city
[?]
Hit the switch, get shit poppin'
Spit flows like two shottys
All blue, like hynotic
Bounce that ass, like hydraulics
Homie bangin', do robberies
Keep the heater right beside me
Case a hater wanna try me
Sound of gunfire, it excite me
Shit bump, like big speakers
Stay clean, like new sneakers
I’m wildin’, hyenas
No thumbs or ring fingers
Y'all can never like my hustle
Money stashed up in the duffel
Always brought up makin’ trouble
It's The Boyboy, motherfucker