Bay Boyz
Cool nigga bout to get into some hot shit
Riding with my Filipino nigga with the chopsticks
And yea we run them birds on the ground like an ostrich
Don't ask me what I got for sale
If you ain't trying to cop shit
Sounding like some opp shit
Nigga you are not slick
You really tryna play me
It's a God damn shame
Thought I was a lame
Well I feel the God damn same
(Aaaah)
I had to hustle, got some people that depend on me
Lord forgive me for my sins only
I ain't trying to hurt nobody
But I ain't trying to be broke
It's the only thing I know when niggas play me as a joke
Work smart, play hard, Go to School
But I don't like your energy I'm adding up the joules
(It aint adding up)
I'll let you play me as a fool
Play your cards right but don't make the wrong move
(Aaaah)
I ain't a shooter but my brody got the fat burner
If he pulled it out I bet he'll turn into a fast learner
Paper chasing got me turning into a fast earner
I ain't never backing down call me Nat Turner
Pain changed me I ain't never been the same
But if I let it get me down then I'm the only one to blame
(Nigga)
Nigga I ain't tryna play boy
You know I'm fucking with them Bay Boyz
(Aaaah)
Bay Boyz trying to get into some cash shit
Always giving your opinion, when I didn't ask shit
Driving on the 880 and I'm smashing
Come and find me in the town niggas active
Rolling
Cops be patrolling
Ease with it
Everyday is a blessing I'm sneeze with it
(A'chew)
Hit the hit the hit the smeeze with it
Hit the hit the hit the smeeze with it
Grab em by the waist and hit the yike with it
Bay Boyz coming all damn night with it
Bout to roll me up the Shmop and get loaded up
Baby asking for my age bitch I'm old enough
If Looking for the coolest nigga I'm the coldest one
I do this shit for my mama I'm her only son
It ain't a damn thang
Sipping on some slurricane
Mobbin with the bro's
Man aint fucking with these hoes
Cause them hoes gone switch
I'm a dog I ain't a bitch
Need me a lil baby that be really on her shit
She would rather get the money and stack it up she bout her chips
If she ain't about her chips
Then you know I gotta dip
I didn't mean to break but it's HBK
Shout out to the urban legends I'm gone be in your place
From San Jo to Vallejo
From the City to the Town
It's going down tonight
Tonight it goes down
Young Cool Ass Kev with the Heat
Riding with my Filipino nigga with the chopsticks
And yea we run them birds on the ground like an ostrich
Don't ask me what I got for sale
If you ain't trying to cop shit
Sounding like some opp shit
Nigga you are not slick
You really tryna play me
It's a God damn shame
Thought I was a lame
Well I feel the God damn same
(Aaaah)
I had to hustle, got some people that depend on me
Lord forgive me for my sins only
I ain't trying to hurt nobody
But I ain't trying to be broke
It's the only thing I know when niggas play me as a joke
Work smart, play hard, Go to School
But I don't like your energy I'm adding up the joules
(It aint adding up)
I'll let you play me as a fool
Play your cards right but don't make the wrong move
(Aaaah)
I ain't a shooter but my brody got the fat burner
If he pulled it out I bet he'll turn into a fast learner
Paper chasing got me turning into a fast earner
I ain't never backing down call me Nat Turner
Pain changed me I ain't never been the same
But if I let it get me down then I'm the only one to blame
(Nigga)
Nigga I ain't tryna play boy
You know I'm fucking with them Bay Boyz
(Aaaah)
Bay Boyz trying to get into some cash shit
Always giving your opinion, when I didn't ask shit
Driving on the 880 and I'm smashing
Come and find me in the town niggas active
Rolling
Cops be patrolling
Ease with it
Everyday is a blessing I'm sneeze with it
(A'chew)
Hit the hit the hit the smeeze with it
Hit the hit the hit the smeeze with it
Grab em by the waist and hit the yike with it
Bay Boyz coming all damn night with it
Bout to roll me up the Shmop and get loaded up
Baby asking for my age bitch I'm old enough
If Looking for the coolest nigga I'm the coldest one
I do this shit for my mama I'm her only son
It ain't a damn thang
Sipping on some slurricane
Mobbin with the bro's
Man aint fucking with these hoes
Cause them hoes gone switch
I'm a dog I ain't a bitch
Need me a lil baby that be really on her shit
She would rather get the money and stack it up she bout her chips
If she ain't about her chips
Then you know I gotta dip
I didn't mean to break but it's HBK
Shout out to the urban legends I'm gone be in your place
From San Jo to Vallejo
From the City to the Town
It's going down tonight
Tonight it goes down
Young Cool Ass Kev with the Heat
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Writer(s): Kevin Sly Ii
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