whiteboywild Lyrics

Look

Imma be honest

I don't really fuck with you rappers

I keep it a buck

Yo best song

A sorry excuse for a slapper

Yo bitch with it

She goin white boy wild

She wanna ride on my tractor

She bout to get it

She gettin' tired of you

She wanna read a new chapter

Pulled up in a '13

Honda Accord, no bitch this ain't a raptor

You gettin' cash?

Well im gettin cash too thats just a fact of the matter

My pockets fatter

What's all that talkin? please cut out the chatter

He thinkin he live

But he only up in the booth two times a month

He aint even no real rapper

Im on the grind, im in the stu everyday and night

Gotta put in these 10,000 hours

Guess i just figured id do it till i get it right

He hate out of spite

Its prolly cause im exactly what he wanna be like

He pussy, feline

Shit, if i was him Id wanna be us too bitch we live

Uh, She wanna come see what we like

She wanna come to the G side

Soon ill be chillin' Miami sea side

I put the pack in my Levi's

Im in some deep shit knee-high

Smokin that zaza we high

That bitch bad and she mine

Fuck up the game, we might (yeah)

So dont be sleepin, I took a trip on the weekend

These rappers is fucked up they be geekin

A long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away

You was the man, but now i be him

You gon be salty season

And now you old Elizabethan

Bro you too old to be beefin'

If you did me wrong

When I blow up

And get all this money

And move out kentucky

Im leavin' yo ass on the bench

Bitch, i stack it you penny pinch

Huh, Im Kobe I don't even flinch

Pockets green like the grinch

Big as me yeah you wish

Look

Imma be honest

I don't really fuck with you rappers

I keep it a buck

Yo best song

A sorry excuse for a slapper

Yo bitch with it

She goin white boy wild

She wanna ride on my tractor

She bout to get it

She gettin' tired of you

She wanna read a new chapter

Pulled up in a '13

Honda Accord, no bitch this ain't a raptor

You gettin' cash?

Well im gettin cash too thats just a fact of the matter

My pockets fatter

What's all that talkin? please cut out the chatter

He thinkin he live

But he only up in the booth two times a month

He aint even no real rapper