707 breh I'm throwing up the V The 707 She rolling up the tree 707 Got a.223 (where you from breh?) From the 707 I'm throwing up the V, bitch From the 707 I'm a Hillside Kitty Walk nigga of course You bound to see a nigga do a drive by on a horse Country-city boy, big corn-fed nigga 40 ounce sipper, discount liquor On the corner of Magazine and Sonoma Boulevard Across the street from Grant Street, suicide backyard Play them boys for false, fuck around and get stolen They rep that shit hard, shout out to Soulin I got the munchies 'cause I'm smoking on a log Went to Bridgeside for some Sac's hot dogs I'm slapping "Hubba Head" the Luvva Twins - Albino Rod The first record Vallejo record ever pressed up as far as hip hop Then came M.V.P.: 40, D-Shot, Suga, and B Then came The Mac, then came Mac D-R-E They doing the Thizz Dance in front of SolTrans Everybody activated with a pistol in their pants I'm throwing up the V The 707 She rolling up the tree 707 Got a.223 (where you from breh?) From the 707 I'm throwing up the V, bitch From the 707 I was taking a shit and Cousin Fik hit me up He said "40 on the other line," I told that nigga "What?" Pressed mute, wiped my ass, bounced the fuck up And started talking business with the boss of where I'm from The seven hundred and six plus one I be in the trap with in the flats Was born in '95 and after that it's been a wrap I'm a hustla not no rat I'm about my Gouda I'm about my scratch I'm heading to the tippy so I'm always on my toes Times Herald taking pictures for so I'm striking for the pose My niggas on Alhambra still be playing with their nose Even if this rap don't blow I still get money out a ho I was raised by OGs so it's class in me I'm allergic to broke bitches so they bad for me You want a verse from lil Neffy then start cashing me Bitch I'm from Vallejo muthafucka stop asking me I'm throwing up the V The 707 She rolling up the tree 707 Got a.223 (where you from breh?) From the 707 I'm throwing up the V, bitch From the 707 V-A-double-L-E-J-O Hop in this form, bitch, ride with the roller What's your motive? Them ain't the cops, them the rollers Flow straight colder, talking sicker than Ebola Had a tramp out in Rosa and I fucked her good I found out she was a ho so I kept it hood Yeah, we counting C-notes like a musical I'm slapping Young D-Boyz "Selling Cocaine as Usual" I went to House of Soul, I need the usual Never wore a suit but I'm suitable WataBoys down to the cuticles Moved to the A, the shit was beautiful I moved back, start killing niggas, your funeral I'm sideways, nigga, that-a-way Shout out to Legit, my nigga 40 'cause they paved the way Hell yeah, I'm a rep, they gonna hate me anyway (BEEZY!) So anyway (Feel me!) I'm throwing up the V The 707 She rolling up the tree 707 Got a.223 (where you from breh?) From the 707 I'm throwing up the V, bitch From the 707