creeping through the fog mob in my caddy purple powder donuts all in my blunt 🐊 eyes stinky like a skunk 2 15s slapping in my trunk knocking new shit from Toby B. glock 40 in my lap cause I'm packing heat. homeboy what's cracking selling big crystal and packing pistols homeboy tell me how goes it blown big crowds of some power donuts up on the corner late as hell couple of hoes looking for some clientele I started talking and they were listing titys hanging out and they were glistening asking the lady's if they down for a mission down to Oakland to meet my boy they didn't think twice because I'm the real Mccoy hoes in the caddy big pimp daddy all the way there smoking and joking an hour later rolling in Oakland there fools around here ain't joking fire in street broking windows city of dope east Oakland doped off the lady's to my boy Freddy B I'm on my way home with a shit ton of fetty back in sac town making my rounds homeboy what you smoking red fetty straight from Oakland homeboy you need some crystal got it in the trunk under the pistols money stack fat and I'm not in jail spitting out raps about my life homeboy it ain't nothing nice I'd do it again and not think twice live my life at the roll of the dice I've Been lucky running the streets like a spun monkey wish a mother fucker would try to punk me here in my town I'm the homeboy the real Mccoy I ain't no phoney call me Toby B just ask somebody