Lyrics Whiteboyz - Tom MacDonald , Adam Calhoun

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 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
Thеy ask, we leave, whitе 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 till 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
And at Haloween, we turn into 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 spokes, 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 harder
Take a photo, we gon′ last longer
What you looking at now? Rap god, rap monger
Only white boy make the whole black roster
Hip-hop top ten, motherfucking monster
I'mma stand here with a 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 as 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 the 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