Whiteboyz (feat. Adam Calhoun)

Tom MacDonald

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    Better watch your back, it's a white boy summer
    Whole iPhone full of white boy gunners
    We all come from the bottom like the pipes in the gutter
    Got the shotgun going, bum-bum-bum-bubba!
    Call me white trash, white boy, I kinda like that
    If you got a problem, you can come and kiss my white ass
    I don't really care what I'm allowed to do
    Got a homie that'll kill you for a Mountain Dew, shoot

    You don't wanna get a death threat from a redneck
    Put a lead dent in your headrest, yep, yep
    Wuh, wuh, yee-haw, cops come, we saw
    They ask, we leave, white boys don't talk
    You ain't gonna see 'em coming, hunting camo
    Pro-Second Amendment and they got tons of ammo
    Got a gut full of liquor, lungs full of tobacco
    Kinda crackers that will crack you for some gas for the backhoe

    And the homie riding shotgun with a shotgun
    While he shot guns, 24 beers and he's not drunk
    Chugging vodkas, not a problem till he wants one
    Then he locked up when the cops come
    Lotta white folks like those rifles that go, boom!
    Bunch of psychos I know might roll on your crew
    When you die slow, my bros ride home or you lose
    It ain't Halloween we turned you to a white ghost too soon, yeah

    God ain't never made no motherfuckers crazy as the
    White boys, we been known to fight boys
    Sawing off our shotguns, rocking camo, causing problems late at night boys
    White boys, mama knows we're trouble, circle tight boys
    Soon as it pops off, we got you running for your life boys

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    Let me get the shit jumping like a '64
    Chrome with the big smokes, I'm so official
    Crazy white boy with the big old pistol
    You're so pissed, you blow like a whistle
    Try and play around, you gon' end up drowning
    In the deep end, face down where they found him
    He gon' get killed, plus everyone around him
    Rounds start flying, your heart start pounding, hold up

    Take a photo, we gon' last longer
    What you looking at now? rap God, rap monger
    Only white boy make the black roster
    Hip-hop top ten, motherfucking monster
    I'ma stand here with the sawed-off shotgun
    Shoot it at you, now you got bad posture
    Put him in a wheelchair, legs turned to pasta
    You know how it goes, bullet holes in the doctor

    Smoking on tobacco, blowing like a Black & Mild
    Talk shit, get a blackout, drag you like a mile
    Drank a whole bunch of Jack, probably crash if I drive
    I'll be sitting shotty with a nine, passenger side
    Always out at night 'cause I like noise
    Playing 50 Cent and I don't even like coins
    Got a.45 on my lap now, that's a nice choice
    Ride around town, car full of white boys

    God ain't never made no motherfuckers crazy as the
    White boys, we been known to fight boys
    Sawing off our shotguns, rocking camo, causing problems late at night boys
    White boys, mama knows we're trouble, circle tight boys
    Soon as it pops off, we got you running for your life boys

    You can smell the smoke soon as we ride into town
    You can hear us coming 'cause the speakers stupid loud
    You can't hold us back, yeah, we'll be jumping in a crowd
    Middle fingers up and they ain't never coming down

    God ain't never made no motherfuckers crazy as the
    White boys, we been known to fight boys
    Sawing off our shotguns, rocking camo, causing problems late at night boys
    White boys, mama knows we're trouble, circle tight boys
    Soon as it pops off, we got you running for your life boys

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    Composición: Tom MacDonald y Adam Calhoun

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