[Intro - Testing one, two, and YB 1 - Ya Boy] Lock down, time to make my proud California on twenty four hour now finna take over baby, hot style Yeah the young county got the rock now I hear the rumors saying that I just now Like they never a hood nigga with a hot style I got the to birds, and the block now Old bitches want to at me because I'm hot now I got a new bitch sitting in my now Song on the radio, about to drop now Music lives in California, living Ya Boy, the Roc, Konvict, it do? I been had what other niggas getting to Take your girl home, and her earn all them Jimmy Choos I hope you like heat, hot in the kitchen boo Do you have Am I getting through? [Chorus - Hey, I know you heard we got the now Konvict supplying around the clock now Getting money and we to put the Glock down down, Glock down And we expanded all the now And I can get to this lifestyle No more all my cash trying to fight trial It's on lock victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Because victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, 2 - Ya Boy] Another watch, another chain, another copped Time to wake niggas up like alarm clocks I see them hating so we got to the arms cocked I'm the reason CA on watch It's about to get ugly, no Whoopi Superstar, still in the whipping O's Toss it to my youngins, call me when you get it 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 forever like a diamond I'm so hot, shorty I can the climate [Verse 3 - And as the pass 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 you watching down And proud of how we just locked it No letting stop the cash or get caught up In the streets, that's how we up 4 - Ya Boy] I'm from the city where the fiends shoot up and Load the ammo, it's to shoot up the charts Game cold baby, you might need a Rockstar, but I'm riding like ark Louis shades, and Gabbana cloth girl know I stay fly like Santa Claus On the road with a full of Asher Roth We gone pop Rosay the package off I swear to God I and got the Bay cracking y'all But I couldn't do it without L.A. dog say they gone get me, I laugh it off Because they know I shooters like basketball Lock it down, make Kon throw the key Real nigga, record deal changing me It took a while, but we still got A to Z I put in work, what you got to say to me?