All the girls see the(boy)look at his kicks(boy)
Look at his car(Boy)all I say is(Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa,I'm not your companion or your man standing
Hit me when you want to get rammed in, I'll be scrambling
With lots of mobsters shops for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blaka (Blaka!)
But she like the way I Diddy bop you peeped that
Mink are Maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screaming out (Boy,Boy,Boy,Boy)
Now she playing with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They want the boy Montana with guns and bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana

Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (boy) I'm telling ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleeding (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) He wheezing he need his (Boy)
He screaming (Boy,Boy,Boy,Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin (Boy)damn, whoa, damn....
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 nigga (Oh Boy)
He's goin' come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
That's my (Boy,Boy,Boy,Boy)

When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we saying (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the ROC fella (Boy)
When the cops come, squalin!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas,Jimmy's
Pj's,old school, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa, holla, listen
It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the are-O-see (Boy)
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit,ain't no stoppin' 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit,matter of fact, Guru, start popping 'em
Than slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy,Boy,Boy,Boy)

Now when they see cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas than scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my (Boy)

Until the man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standing
Niggas demand ransom over them grams scrambling (Boy,Boy,Boy,Boy,)
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, cam'll blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy)
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your feeling finicky
Killa and coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huh
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, boy, boy, boy) Killer

Writer : N DOUR, YOUSSOU
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.