Ya Boy - Patron On The Rocks lyrics

Yeah n***a your girl know him Bay Area bully, whole mouth frozen Still got the big 4-4 on him Tatted like a d**h 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**h) 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) [x8] We bottle poppin' You c*** blockin' I'm on my gorilla's, oh sh** 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**er 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 dick 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) [x4]