Patron on the Rocks - Ya Boy

Yeah n***a your girl know him

Bay Area bully, whole mouth frozen

Still got the big 4-4 on him

Tatted like a death row inmate: no grin

Young Ya Boy, hotter than the oven

'Cause racket like the you-S-O been

I get mo' money, mo' dough, mo' yin

Mo' chedder, mo' scribble, mo' scratch, mo' ins

Holla at your boy when I'm in your city (b**ch)

I'm a bad boy, I don't know P-Diddy

Young feel mo' slim, Fresco City

When I leave the club

All the ho's come with me

Patrone on the rocks blowin' quartz in the air

Got your girl on my c***

Baby boy I'm a player

Got the toast in the spot

You don't wanna get popped

So hood, so block, so drunk I got

Ho's on my c*** and patron on the rocks (I got)

We bottle poppin'

You c*** blockin'

I'm on my gorilla's, oh s**t

Hood n***a, half a mil on my neck

And I wish you would n***a

I don't wanna do a song with you

I'm good n***a

I ain't at the bar 'cause the bar at my table

Precise gang and I'm the star of the label

Two chains, both hang down to my navel

I don't need a record deal, look I'm stable

Yeah I'm good baby girl I'm straight

I've been the n***a mutherf**ker you lay

Step up in the spot with that Kushy smell

Tryin' to get your girl to show me how that p***y feel

All black congac, same old 2 step

B***h on my d**k and she still ain't moved yet

Still get it hot, baby girl we can rock

Maybe the watch is the reason why I got

Ho's on my c*** and patron on the rocks (I got)