White Boys by Blacc Zacc
White Boys by Blacc Zacc

White Boys

Blacc Zacc * Track #4 On Blacc Frost

White Boys Lyrics

[Intro]
(IMixNation for real)
Like a white boy (Ha)
But I'm a trap nigga with that bag, ayy (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?)
(Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherfucker)
I'm 'bout to start hangin' with some white boys
Why, 'cause I got all these niggas mad, damn

[Chorus]
Havin' plenty drip like a white boy
But I'm a trap nigga with that bag, ayy (CEO, motherf-)
I'm 'bout to start hangin' with some white boys
Why, 'cause I got all these niggas mad, damn (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Sometimes I wanna fuck all on my white girl
But I can't 'cause she ain't got no ass, ayy
And all these rap niggas make me laugh (Ha)
'Cause they be rappin', but ain't got no cash, damn

[Verse 1]
Ayy, they be rappin', but ain't got no cash
Trappin', but ain't got no stash
Reppin' but ain't got no flag
Keep it gangster, you ain't that
Tilt my chain, we gon' spaz out, we gon' spaz out
Crash out, pull them Glocks out, blowin' brains out
Sometimes I wanna think about my opposition
But I can't 'cause they ain't got no cash, damn
Sometimes I wanna fuck all on my old bitch
But my new bitch, she way too bad, damn, yeah
Havin' drip, I be havin' drip, hundreds blue, they crip
Who that is with a quarter mill' at the dealership?
Let's [?] chain, boy, these niggas lame, we are not the same
Havin' diamonds, I be havin' diamonds, more than Johnny Dang (CEO, motherfucker)

[Chorus]
Havin' plenty drip like a white boy
But I'm a trap nigga with that bag, ayy (CEO, motherf-)
I'm 'bout to start hangin' with some white boys
Why, 'cause I got all these niggas mad, damn (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Sometimes I wanna fuck all on my white girl
But I can't 'cause she ain't got no ass, ayy
And all these rap niggas make me laugh (Ha)
'Cause they be rappin', but ain't got no cash, damn

[Verse 2]
I can't help but laugh at y'all, how you trap, but never ball?
Used to be a fan to y'all, 'til I found out you be cappin', dawg
Cuban link, that's a whole key, bread like Sara Lee
Who is he? Icey as a B with that [?]
Straight out the road shooter text to my college bitch
I'm tryna fuck but she say she ain't class, damn
So fuck it, our shooter text to my hood bitch
Live in the colonies, but she got ass, damn (Yeah)
Country shit, forgies on my whip just to ride Sunday, bitch
Icy shit, VVS on my wrist, them fifty pointers, bitch
Tennis chain, championship rings, I done killed the game
Havin' diamonds, I be havin' diamonds, more than Johnny Dang

[Chorus]
Havin' plenty drip like a white boy
But I'm a trap nigga with that bag, ayy (CEO, motherf-)
I'm 'bout to start hangin' with some white boys
Why, 'cause I got all these niggas mad, damn (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Sometimes I wanna fuck all on my white girl
But I can't 'cause she ain't got no ass, ayy
And all these rap niggas make me laugh (Ha)
'Cause they be rappin', but ain't got no cash, damn

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