Better watch your back, it's a white boy summer Whole iPhone full of white boy gunners We all come up from the bottom like the pipes in the gutter Got the shotgun goin' "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 Thеy ask, we leave, whitе boys don't talk You ain't gonna see 'em come and hunt in camo Blow 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 ridin' shotgun wit' a shotgun While he shot guns, twenty-four beers and he's not drunk Chuggin' vodkas, not a problem 'til he wants one Then he locked up when the cops come Lot of white folks like those white folks that go "boom" Bunch of psychos I know might roll on your crew When you die slow, my bros ride home or you lose And at Halloween, we turn into a white ghost too soon, yeah God ain't never made no motherfuckers crazy as the—
White boys, we been on the fight boys Firin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo Cousin problems late at night boys White boys, Mama knows we're trouble, circle tight boys Soon as it pops off, we got you runnin' for your life, boys
Let me get the shit, jumpin' like a six-four Crumb with the big folks, I'm so official Crazy white boy with the big old pistol You so pissed, you blow like a whistle Try and play around, you gon' end up drownin' In the deep end, face down where they found him He gon' get killed, plus everyone around him Rounds start flyin', your heart start poundin' harder Take a photo, we gon' last longer What you lookin' at now? Rap god, rap monger Only white boy make the whole black roster Hip-hop top ten, motherfuckin' 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 turn to pasta You know how it goes, pull a hose in the doctor Smokin' on tobacco, blowin' like a Black & Mild Talk shit, get a blackout, drug you like a mom Drank a whole bunch of jack, probably crash if I drive I'll be sittin' shotty wit' a nine, passenger side Always out at night 'cause I like noise Playin' 50 Cent and I don't even like coins Got a .45 in my lap now, that's a nice choice Ride around town, call for the white boys God ain't never made no motherfuckers crazy as the— [Chorus: Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun] White boys, we been on the fight boys Firin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo Cousin problems late at night boys White boys, Mother knows we're trouble, circle tight boys Soon as it pops off, we got you runnin' for your life, boys
You can smell the smoke as soon as we ride into town You can hear us coming 'cause the speaker stupid loud You can't hold us back, yeah, we'll be jumping in a crowd Middle fingers up and they ain't never comin' down God ain't never made no motherfuckers crazy as the—
White boys, we been on the fight boys Firin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo Cousin problems late at night boys White boys, Mother knows we're trouble, circle tight boys Soon as it pops off, we got you runnin' for your life, boysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
