The Boys

Lyrics

[Intro: Mani Luv] Ayy, get that dope, ayy Get that money, ayy Fuck these hoes, ayy Run it up, run it up Pussy ass nigga better run it up Run it up, run it up Pussy ass nigga better run it up [Verse 1: ZelooperZ] One thing about a brother when you growin' up poor Whatever is mines, then it's yours One dark blue jean, one light blue jean Two Rocawear fits, that's what me and Mani ran through Ping-Pong back and forth 'cause we were poor Laughed at at school for what we can't afford Grandpa pulled up with the aluminum foil Took the cans back so we could go to the store Always thanking god for what I had in store The little bit that we got, we treated it like more Only had a little bit then I made a stretch, yeah Got all the way here, yeah, that's a big flip Only had a little bit then I made a stretch, yeah Got all the way here, yeah, that's a big flip Ain't talkin' 'bout [?], but a nigga arm stretch Ain't talkin' bout dividends, then a nigga abstain I can't listen to these rappers, they ain't got no content I can't listen to yo' bitch, I treat her like an object Quiet like librarian, these niggas want no conflict She wanna know I'm carrying, I told her mind her business Swear these niggas never grind or hustle in the kitchen Swear these niggas bitches, they ain't poppin', they the witness All I really want is to bring you joy I know my momma happy that she had some boys Chip a nigga block like a Chip's Ahoy Fuckin' with the fam, then them blams deployed I got ball on the court that you can't handle, boy Tryna smoke with me, that's some cancer, boy Back in the day they used to pack the boy Take a nigga out for the ransom, boy [Refrain: ZelooperZ] It's just something 'bout the energy But I don't really think that they feelin me Do anything to fam, then you killin' me Do anything to bro then you killin' me (Ayy) I just think it's 'bout the energy But I don't really think that they feelin' me Do anything to fam, then you killin' me Do anything to bro then you killin' me [Verse 2: Mani Luv] Money up, got it on my mind Gotta tell the bitch not to waste my time Smokin' dope, yeah, I got dro Fuck a bitch, she don't even know Brand new choppa came with the scope Bag it up, we gon' sell the dope Loud kush, I'ma get it in Sippin' lean since '010 Fell in love with my fuckin' friends Five thou', he my fuckin' mans Niggas hatin' on the other side Fuck a bitch right on the side Tell that bitch give me head when I drive Give me head when I drive [Outro: Mani Luv] Ayy, ayy, get that dope, ayy Get that money, ayy Fuck these hoes, ayy Run it up, run it up Pussy ass nigga better run it up Run it up, run it up Pussy ass nigga better run it up