yfn lucci & yung bleu - my boys lyrics
[chorus: yung bleu]
my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys
we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard
my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys
we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard
hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe season
hop out the coupe, i got the roof leavin’
and you know i’ma shoot, i’ma shoot you for no reason
i ain’t playin’ no games, i’ma do this sh-t here for my boys
[verse 1: yung bleu]
yeah that my boy for sure, we finna ball for sure
i’m whippin’ up all the dope, my n-gga want all the smoke
my gang gang, that’s gang, new ap, new chain
new lambo, new range, these b-tches they all the same
hit from the back, she gon’ call my name
f-ck her while she got on all my chains
she got that water, fiji, fiji
i had to wait for my season, season
my young n-gga got stopped, no season
turbo push start, i ain’t gotta key it
n-gga walked out for no reason
drank so much my nose bleedin’
my lil n-gga caught in a jam, he finna go to the slammer
we gotta go do the business, we gotta k!ll every witness
we gotta go get them toys
they ask me why i did it, i did this sh-t here for my boys
[chorus: yung bleu]
my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys
we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard
my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys
we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard
hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe season
hop out the coupe, i got the roof leavin’
and you know i’ma shoot, i’ma shoot you for no reason
i ain’t playin’ no games, i’ma do this sh-t here for my boys
[verse 2: yfn lucci]
i got that dope d-ck, yeah, they all fiendin’
i got a cold wrist, yeah, my sh-t freezin’
i got it on me, yeah, and i’m gon’ squeeze it
see them my boys, i’ma be there whenever they need me, huh
drive-by, let off a few shots
d-mn lu got the block hot
we gon’ put them guns in milk spot
we ain’t got no problems shootin’ it out
ayy, uh, we can fight or shoot it out, yeah
you the type to do a lot, yeah
cape or coupe gon’ pull it out, yeah
wait until we pullin’ out
oh no, walked in with all my jewelry on
my boys got all they jewelry on
my diamonds they clearer than patron
i feel like don corleone
don corleone, don corleone
i got that forty-one millimeter on
i got that one-point-five milly home
i got that one-point-five milly home
[chorus: yung bleu]
my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys
we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard
my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys
we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard
hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe season
hop out the coupe, i got the roof leavin’
and you know i’ma shoot, i’ma shoot you for no reason
i ain’t playin’ no games, i’ma do this sh-t here for my boys
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