Boom Boom Oh Yea

[Verse 1]
This shit flamed, it's smoked on it
My neighborhood and my folks on it
My high eyes with them locs on it
Shit sound real if I spoke on it
Block boys we post on it, straight face no joke on it
We celebrate and let's toast on it, caviare a little toast on it
I'm spazzing out, I do the most on it
I clown on it, I roast on it
Low rider with the spokes on it
Dro ain't good, you don't toke on it
The blood homies and the locs on it
The west side, the whole coast on it
The dro I got can't smoke on it, shit look like I put coke on it
That ratchet on me, I'm going in
No gassing up, no blowing wind
If shining means that you getting money
You bossing up and I'm going in
Hustle man, I take the sale
Boy get locked, I make the bail
Holmes got a prob I spray the shell
And swell that grill like Dave Chapelle

[Hook]
Aw, people think I'm in the ring
Niggas swear I got a hit like, boom
If I ever got a problem, 16 in the clip like, boom
Go hard everyday, with the work on the strip like, boom
In the two seater, with a diva on my side
And the heater on the hip like, boom
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, boom x3

[Verse 2]
I'm calling shots, nigga no budget
Still riding like a old bucket
Fucking time with my hoes hoes
I'm in rolls gold cause them hoes love it
The best out with my flow fuck it, swipe out till that ho suck it
Got a goon squad and they all fierce
And like Paul Pierce, I'm cold blooded
Cold blooded, smooth holmes, spend guap when I choose holmes
Work hard to be a boss nigga, there's no two step in my moves holmes
Snap back with my jewels on, walk hard with my shoes on
White tee cause I'm still hood
Don't need a jacket on to look cool holmes
You a fool holmes, this my sport, on fire this my torch
Rolling blunts with a bitch on top
Wonder why I've been on my high horse
This my court, there's no room nigga
Balling out with my goon niggas
We time bombs and we blowing up
Like 3-2-1, boom nigga

[Hook]