Da Boys

[Chorus: MelOnMarz]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, what's that shit? It sounds like the fucking boys
Uh, uh, jump in here bitch don't make no fucking noise
Uh, uh, whacking shit like them boys in Illinois
Uh, uh, cops on dick cause we play wit 'glizzy torch

[Verse 1: MelOnMarz & Sir Abe]
It's big C.O.B. you drop yo low then we gone be there nigga
Everybody throw a hundred shots because theses glees extended
I won't even tryna spin they side but brodie name got mention
When you get up to them pearly gates just tell 'em Leeky sent you
Uh and we gone get up with you
Chalk em I a suit so you can see we really handle business
Think the choppa gay, it get up close and try and kiss a nigga
Know his momma sad won't tryna hit em but he was with them bitches
Uh, this some murder shit
I feel like the murder man so I need me a murder bitch
Ain't got shit to do with gang cause we ain't never heard of jit (Uh, uh)
Don't be in the trap unless you whipping or you purchasing (Yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
Bro just hit my phone and told me its a lock to spin
He try catch a Vic and he just got them blue M30s in
Sliding off the perc its me and tb that's my murder twin
Said they want my head then pussy nigga come and do this shit
But they ain't doing shit
They just like to talk online
Won't even come outside
Laugh at post when niggas die
Surround they house and open fire
This ain't no gang banging shit
Nigga fuck the politics
Old head tryna tell me how to move
Go eat a pile of dicks

[Chorus: MelOnMarz]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, what's that shit? It sounds like the fucking boys
Uh, uh, jump in here bitch don't make no fucking noise
Uh, uh, whacking shit like them boys in Illinois
Uh, uh, cops on dick cause we play wit 'glizzy torch

[Verse 2: Sir Abe]
Uh uh, yeah, murder she wrote
Big C.O.B and we uppin' the score
Plug in town, he sell for the low
These niggas playin', we turn 'em to ghosts
Poppin a xan, I feel like Lil Boat
I love the wocky I'm pourin the four
That nigga better not come out the door
'Cause if he do, he get sent to the lord
Uh uh, got my glick, feelin' shiesty get my lick, uh, uh
Fuck yo' bitch, you ain't gettin guap like this, uh, uh
Melly spin, pass it over, kill assist, uh, uh
She love my blick, glizzy got unspoken rizz, uh
Gotta a choppa with the red beam, we point the fucker at this face
We pull the trigger, make a nigga dreads swing, we gon close a mothefucker case
Shorty comin' over, cum all on her face
Niggas talkin' crazy, hit em with the K
Shorty suck me up and I don't know her name
Shorty gon' do it prolly' for the fame