Take a Shot

Better watch your back, it's a white boy summer Whole iPhone full of white boy gunners We all come from the bottom like the pipes in the gutter Got the shotgun going, "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 coming, hunting 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 riding shotgun with a shotgun While he shot guns, 24 beers and he's not drunk Chugging vodkas, not a problem 'til he wants one Then he locked up when the cops come Lotta 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 Sawing off our shotguns, rocking camo, causing problems late at night boys White boys, mama knows we're trouble, circle tight boys Soon as it pops off, we got you running for your life boys Let me get the shit jumping like a '64 Chrome with the big smokes, I'm so official Crazy white boy with the big old pistol You're so pissed, you blow like a whistle Try and play around, you gon' end up drowning In the deep end, face down where they found him He gon' get killed, plus everyone around him Rounds start flying, your heart start pounding, hold up Take a photo, we gon' last longer What you looking at now? Rap god, rap monger Only white boy make the black roster Hip-hop top ten, motherfucking 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 turned to pasta You know how it goes, bullet holes in the doctor Smoking on tobacco, blowing 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 sitting shotty with a nine, passenger side Always out at night 'cause I like noise Playing 50 Cent and I don't even like coins Got a .45 on 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 Sawing off our shotguns, rocking camo, causing problems late at night boys White boys, mama knows we're trouble, circle tight boys Soon as it pops off, we got you running for your life boys You can smell the smoke soon as we ride into town You can hear us coming 'cause the speakers stupid loud You can't hold us back, yeah, we'll be jumping in a crowd Middle fingers up and they ain't never coming down God ain't never made no motherfuckers crazy as the White boys, we been known to fight boys Sawing off our shotguns, rocking camo, causing problems late at night boys White boys, mama knows we're trouble, circle tight boys Soon as it pops off, we got you running for your life boys

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