Tom MacDonald, Adam Calhoun – Whiteboyz

Tom MacDonald, Adam Calhoun – Whiteboyz Lyrics

Artist: Tom MacDonald, Adam Calhoun
Song: Whiteboyz

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 #ss
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 white folks 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 motherf!ckers 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 sh#t, 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, motherf!ckin’ 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 sh#t, 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 motherf!ckers 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 motherf!ckers 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
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From the album:
Whiteboyz [Explicit]
Release Year: 2022