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 shit 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 nigga want all the smoke

My gang gang, that's gang, new AP, new chain

New Lambo, new Range, these bitches they all the same

Hit from the back, she gon' call my name

Fuck her while she got on all my chains

She got that water, Fiji, Fiji

I had to wait for my season, season

My young nigga got stopped, no season

Turbo push start, I ain't gotta key it

Nigga walked out for no reason

Drank so much my nose bleedin'

My lil nigga caught in a jam, he finna go to the slammer

We gotta go do the business, we gotta kill every witness

We gotta go get them toys

They ask me why I did it, I did this shit 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 shit here for my boys

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]

I got that dope dick, yeah, they all fiendin'

I got a cold wrist, yeah, my shit 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

Damn 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 shit here for my boys