Adam Calhoun, Tom MacDonald - Whiteboyz lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Adam Calhoun, Tom MacDonald - Whiteboyz lyrics]
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 comin'
Huntin' 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 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
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
Sawin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo
Causin' 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
Chrome with the big spokes, 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' - hold up
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
Bullet holes in the doctor
Smokin' on tobacco
Blowin' 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 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, car full of white boys
God ain't never made no
Motherfuckers crazy as the
White boys, we been known to fight boys
Sawin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo
Causin' 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
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 known to fight boys
Sawin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo
Causin' 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
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 comin'
Huntin' 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 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
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
Sawin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo
Causin' 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
Chrome with the big spokes, 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' - hold up
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
Bullet holes in the doctor
Smokin' on tobacco
Blowin' 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 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, car full of white boys
God ain't never made no
Motherfuckers crazy as the
White boys, we been known to fight boys
Sawin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo
Causin' 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
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 known to fight boys
Sawin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo
Causin' 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