Dem Boyz

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Webbo] Blowed as hell, leaving from my show, from the [?] And my shirt [?], and my jeans I got is True And my whole crew with me, and a couple bad bitches And they all dick sucking, 'cause we got that cash, nigga Pull up in my new coupe Two Tone on the Rolex [?] spent about a [?] on Shout out to them hating niggas, that I love to shit on Most you niggas [?], and you other niggas [?] Yeah, I'm balling on you niggas, better D-up You mad 'cause you tried to be a boss and blew your re-up In the club, acting like you get it with the loud mouth Just got a new plug in Cali, I got that loud now Lus I'm with my Blood niggas, and they on tip Only say one word, then them boys trip Free my nigga Smoke, rest in peace my nigga G Boy, I've been playing with bands since I was 17 [Chorus: Peezy] Them boys getting money Them boys shooting trips Them boys in the hood Them boys really on they shit Them boys got drank Them boys got blues Them boys got yay Them boys got tools Them boys [?] Them boys toat pistols Them boys really living Them boys ain't playing We is them young niggas, man, that's the Syrup Gang [Verse 2: Peezy] Break the bag down, nigga, make it pump C.P.R. with that work, I can make it jump These boys out here playing tag, so we lasered up That's word to my nigga [?], I can't make it up Long as Webb around, I ain't never going broke We got enough to spread around, nigga, what's going on? If I ain't on Chetter Grove, then I'm in the zone Ucking with them 55 boys, like [?] Heard your lil diss song, nigga, shit was so weak When you gon' smoke? Nigga, you don't even smoke weed Me and Webb got a dub on this low key Think I'm lying, bitch, make him post it on key Team Eastside, A.K.A. Purple Gang The pints falling out the sky, nigga, purple rain Free my nigga Icewear, he was the purple man No seal, no deal, nigga, you know the game [Chorus: Peezy] Them boys getting money Them boys shooting trips Them boys in the hood Them boys really on they shit Them boys got drank Them boys got blues Them boys got yay Them boys got tools Them boys [?] Them boys toat pistols Them boys really living Them boys ain't playing We is them young niggas, man, that's the Syrup Gang [Verse 3: Hardwork Jigg] Yeah, came up a young snotty nose Now I'm rocking 30 pointers with the snotty nose 30 clip on the hip, leave your body gone Sipping on this mud, got me feeling like my body gone Me and Webb sitting plays, with them blue things Me and Peezy smoking L's, smoking shoe strings I'm so true to this religion, no blue jeans [?] shooting like a hoop team Booted off molly, sipping lean, pouring Rose up Sitting in the Porshe, ike a winner, pulling rolls out Used to get money like a rooky, I'm a pro now Free my nigga Vezz, til he home, I'm pouring fours out Team East, Green Guys, and this Hardwork [?] bitch, we all work We them boys off the east, so we all murk It's 30 in the 40, if you trip, watch [?] [Chorus: Peezy] Them boys getting money Them boys shooting trips Them boys in the hood Them boys really on they shit Them boys got drank Them boys got blues Them boys got yay Them boys got tools Them boys [?] Them boys toat pistols Them boys really living Them boys ain't playing We is them young niggas, man, that's the Syrup Gang