[Intro - one, two, three and YB [Verse 1 - Ya Lock down, time to my block proud on twenty four hour watch now It's finna take over baby, hot Yeah the young county Konvict got the now I hear the rumors saying I just popped now Like they heard a hood nigga with a hot style I got the to birds, and the block now Old bitches want to holler at me I'm hot now I got a new sitting in my drop now Song on the radio, about to drop now Music in California, living proof Ya Boy, the Roc, Konvict, it do? I been had what other niggas getting to Take 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 through? [Chorus - Hey, I know you heard we got the now Konvict supplying around the clock now Getting money and we forced to put the down down, Glock down And we expanded all the now And I can get to this lifestyle No more spending all my trying to fight trial It's on down victory 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, charm copped Time to wake these niggas up like clocks I see them hating so we got to keep the arms I'm the reason CA on watch about to get ugly, no Whoopi Gold Superstar, still in the kitchen O's it to my youngins, call 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 this forever like a diamond I'm so hot, shorty I can the climate [Verse 3 - And as the days pass by a G7 And all my on the corner of 7-Eleven Pour another on the and we'll start repping For all the homies laying down, up in heaven And I hope you watching And proud of how we locked it down No letting stop the cash or get caught up In the streets, that's how we up [Verse 4 - Ya I'm from the city where the fiends up and spark the ammo, it's time to shoot up the charts Game cold baby, you need a scarf Rockstar, but I'm riding Noah's ark Louis shades, Dolce and cloth Your girl know I stay fly like Santa On the with a trunk full of Asher Roth We gone pop Rosay the package off I swear to God I went and got the Bay 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 it down, make Kon throw away the key Real nigga, record 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?