The Boyz E

Yeah. I'm with the boys, yeah, with the boys, yeah. Playing games with toys, you unemployed, yeah, your Rap is moist, yeah. You could write better bars, but being biggest Wasteman on this planet, that's your choice, yeah. That's your choice, yeah. Wanna make some progress? Come and join, yeah. We dropping too much shit For you to listen and enjoy, yeah. And you know how our parties going, all the Time we turning up so loud, neighbors complain about The noise, yeah. So many years of making music With the boys, yeah. Still out here boxing like The music is the ring, so call me Floyd, Yeah. Now you being jealous when I'm jumping in My Royce, yeah. You whining about being sickest Rapper in the world, yeah. You chatting shit about being hot, but I'm the Coldest. You might as well just stop it, nobody Wants you. Your girlfriend calling me the monster 'cause I'm the most, yeah. I'm the most. I'm with my boys, yeah. Riding with my boys, yeah. If we was coming, then we-we would make some Noise, yeah. I'm not surprised that you got left Here with no choice, yeah. She pretty, surely I got her shouting out a Type of voice, yeah. Voice, yeah, no remorse, yeah. She will be happy 'cause with me she knows That we on the way to Illinois, yeah. With boys, yeah, solve our problems while you would Try and cop your clothes. We don't fuck with cops, yeah. Yeah, because I'm from Blackwater block, Call the plug. You call the cops, They come only after us. They hear my bars, lot of Batman, you're the Source. No talk, we shoot, don't need a hose. Riding only with my bros 'cause. With the bros. Pull up on them with the nine in my Hand, yeah. Giving free smoke, but you do not Understand, yeah. Killing your mind, Baby, and I can impress, yeah. But I don't have any time, I gotta land, Yeah. That gyally wanna wine some more on me Again, yeah. And she get what she wants 'cause She ten out of ten, yeah. Wanna ride on me? Baby, I'm bored, Yeah. I'm not even scared to go to war, yeah. I'm with my boys, yeah. Riding with my boys, yeah. If we was coming, then we-we would make some Noise, yeah. I'm not surprised that you got left Here with no choice, yeah. She pretty, surely I got her shouting out a Type of voice, I'm with a gyally, she moving Crazy. I just figured out she wanna be my Lady, and I'm too wavy. I'm getting guppy on the daily. This song might give you fever, please don't blame Me. Please don't blame me. My brother asked me if he gonna pop the Shit, and I said, "Maybe." My life's amazing. Cooking up a joint like A. J. Tracy. You want me to perform, so better pay Me. Better pay me