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]