2 White Boys ft. F!y$tudios Lyrics

Half of these new school rappers be whack

Make me a band then I make me a stack

Make me a stack then I make me a rack

Me and 4h goin crazy on tracks

They rappin bout murder but they just be capping

I just be hopping on beats and be rappin

Y'all keep dissing and I keep laughing

Watchin all the streams and the cash be stacking

Switch up the flow like the bass on the beat

Tryna go crazy I'm bringin that heat

My verses elite so you in for a treat lil boy, I'm finna hop on the street

Speedin up verses like Maseratis

Come over here and I'm stealin your keys

I really hope you ain't talkin bout me

I'm a white boy and I hit like Bruce lee

Hope you ain't talking bout me, with the Glock that I'm clutching

12 listening, hold up wait change the subject

Think you gang gang, think you hard, that's real funny

Two white boys but we still bumping

I can't put my focus on a bitch until I get that green

But you know when I do that bitch is go be a fucking freak

Hold up listen

Bring you to the kitchen

Rizzing every fucking minute

Fuck them feelings, focused on that fucking business

Top sounds appealing

Never found the top, cause I can't stop raising the mother fucking ceiling

Call me Kawhi the way I keep on stealing

Call me a fucking king, the way I got her kneeling

Feed me grapes bitch, nah tell me where my meal is

Cause when it comes to these pussy ass bitches I am eating

You is what?

I am eating

I am feeding

I am feigning

I'm defeating

All these pussy ass bitches, I got em reeking

Fly Studios and the 4h, yeah we is hitting shit

Put that little boy in a grave, and then I switch my clip

Hit 'em with the Mac-10 strap tucked

I'm at a party I'm havin fun after

All of these people retarded they bastards

Was a producer put now I'm a rapper

Empty the clip and I'm makin it lit

Two white boys don't give one shit

Good lil boy don't get no bitch

We is rappers we get rich

Rich as a Bitch

Going down with the gang I'm styling

Pull up with Glocks and we wilding

We send a few shots you childish

Your life is a game I called it

I played in the game I'm ballin

You want the smoke and I brought it, Brrrr

Ba, you want the smoke and I brought it

I'm sick you ain't, like antibiotics

You fucking with us? Gain some logic

Ex bitch is calling, bitch I'm on it

But get off my phone bitch I'm balling

I got a full clip, and I get excited when the shots hit

I got him flying like he Larry bird bitch I got him in Boston

If you fuck with me man I'll never let it slide

Hold up wait wait I'm hanging with my guys

Shut the fuck up yeah you running out of time

Why you running for your life if you know your gonna die?

Two white boys on the track but you know we go slide

If you fuck with us, you is done, bitch we in your mind

Promise I'll never snitch bitch that ain't a lie

If it's my destiny I'll do my time

Imma be real I don't care I'm slurring you is a faggot, you is a retard

Not go lie bitch I be burning like a toaster and a pop tart

These pussies always talking, sh sh sh

You ain't fucking hard

This shit remind me of I don't care bitch I'm still on boulevard

And let me tell you, let me scare you

I'm still bringing these bitches to a nightmare

You hear the beat and hear the heat, I got these bitches popping like a snare

These bitches always threaten jumps like I really fucking care

But fucking with me and my squad? Bitch you wouldn't dare

Pussy

Pussy

I said you wouldn't dare

I fucked your fucking bitch as I arched her back yeah I pulled her hair

I need to shut the fuck up bitch I'm causing all these problems

Then again I'm fucking happy about it cause I got my shots