Whiteboyz ft. Adam Calhoun Lyrics

Whiteboyz ft. 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 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

They ask, we leave, white 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 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

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, Mother 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—

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, boys.