[Intro - Testing one, two, and YB [Verse 1 - Ya Lock down, to make my block proud on twenty four hour watch now It's finna take baby, hot style Yeah the county Konvict got the rock now I the rumors saying that I just popped now Like they never heard a hood with a hot style I got the heels to birds, and the now Old want to holler at me because I'm hot now I got a new sitting in my drop now Song on the radio, album to drop now Music lives in California, living Ya Boy, the Roc, Konvict, it do? I had what these other niggas getting to your girl home, and make her earn all them Jimmy Choos I hope you like heat, hot in the kitchen boo Do you have service? Am I getting [Chorus - Hey, I you heard we got the drop now Konvict supplying niggas the clock now Getting and we forced to put the Glock down Glock down, Glock And we all the pipes now And I can get accustomed to this No more spending all my cash to fight trial on lock down Because is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Because is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine [Verse 2 - Ya Another watch, another chain, another charm Time to wake these niggas up alarm clocks I see them hating so we got to keep the arms I'm the reason CA on storm It's to get ugly, no Whoopi Gold Superstar, in the kitchen whipping O's Toss it to my youngins, me when you get it gone Fuck a rap nigga, we to get it on I'm speaking for California from the top Holler at Ya Boy, I got it down I tried to tell them this like a diamond I'm so hot, shorty I can the climate [Verse 3 - And as the days by like a G7 And all my hustlers on the of 7-Eleven another on the ground and we'll start repping For all the homies laying down, resting up in And I hope you down And proud of how we locked it down No letting nothing the cash or get caught up In the streets, that's how we up [Verse 4 - Ya I'm from the where the fiends shoot up and spark Load the ammo, it's time to up the charts Game baby, you might need a scarf Rockstar, but I'm like Noah's ark Louis shades, Dolce and Gabbana Your girl know I fly like Santa Claus On the road with a full of Asher Roth We gone pop when the package off I swear to God I and got the Bay cracking y'all But I do it without L.A. backing dog Niggas say gone get me, I laugh it off Because they know I keep shooters like Lock it down, make Kon throw the key nigga, record deal ain't changing me It took a while, but we still got A to Z I put in work, what you got to say to me?