Oh Boy (feat. Juelz Santana)

Just Blaze

Oh, baby (Oh, baby)

Uh, killer

All the girls see the (Boy)

Look at his kicks (Boy)

Look at his car (Boy)

All I say is (Oh, boy)

Little mami, I'm no good, I'm so hood (Boy, boy)

Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over, killa (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm not your companion or your man stand in (Boy, oh, boy)

Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin' (Boy, oh, boy, that's right)

With lots of mobsters, shop for lobsters (Boy, boy, boy)

Cops and robbers listen every block is blaka (Blaka)

But she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that

Mink on, Mauri kicks plus Chanel ski hat (Oh)

She want the, so I give her the (Boy, boy)

Now she screamin' out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now she playin' with herself cam, dig it out, lift her up (Oh)

Ma, it's just a fuck girl, get it out, pick on up (Oh, shit)

They want the boy, Montana, with the guns with bandanas (Boy)

Listen to my homeboy Santana

Y'all **** can't fuck with the, I'm tellin' ya (Boy, boy)

Put a shell in ya, now we bleedin' (Boy, oh, boy)

Get him, call his, he wheezin' he need his (Boy, boy)

He screamin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Damn shut up, he's snitching (Boy, oh, boy)

This **** bitchin', he's twistin (Boy, oh, boy)

If feds was listening, damn, whoa, whoa (Boy, boy, boy)

I'm in trouble, need bail money, shit

Where the fuck is my (Boy?)

I got trust for my (Boy)

That's why I fuck with my (Boy)

That's my **** (Oh, boy)

He gonna come get his (Boy)

He got love for his (Boy)

That's my, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

When he got caught with the (Boy)

We went to court for the (Boy)

Just me and my, and we sayin (Boy, oh, boy)

Be on the block with my (Boy)

With the Roc of the (Boy)

When the cops come, Squalie

Yeah, this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's

PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar

Eight or nine on a (Boy)

Holla at your boy

Killa, holla, listen (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's the D.I.P plus the R.O.C. (Boy, boy)

You'll be D.O.A., your moms will say (Boy, oh, boy)

Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em guns, we got a lot of 'em (Boy, boy, boy)

Matter of fact Guru, start poppin' 'em

Then slap up his, clap up his (Boy, boy)

Wrap up his, get them gats (Boy, oh, boy)

Diplomats are them, for the girls and the (Boy, boy)

Say (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now when they see Cam and his, they say damn (Boy, oh, boy)

Santana's that, that squeeze hammers (Boy, oh, boy)

Canons and bandanas, blammers, we don't brandish (Boy, boy, boy)

Blam at your mans canvas then scram with your man's leaded

And I'm back with my (Boy)

Until that man is vanished

Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standing (Oh)

**** demand ransom over them grams scrambling

Boy, boy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em (Oh)

Call up his, I'm down south tannin' (Boy, oh)

Mami, I got the remedy (Boy)

Tommy's I bet the enemy

Hire me somebody but now my body, you're feelin' finicky

Killer and Capo we chill in Morocco for reala (Boy)

We got dough chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huh (Oh)

It's the (Boy)

I said it's the (Boy)

I'm the (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Killa

Boy, oh boy

Boy, oh boy

Boy, boy, boy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah