Them Boyz Ain't Right

Burr!

It's Gucci, huh

It's Gucci, Flocka, squad

Holiday season

It's Gucci, huh

It's Gucci, Flocka, squad

Holiday season

Them boys ain't right, the hood so crazy

These hoes so crazy, they still ain't nice

I swear these hoes ain't right

The boys sell cake as they whippin' up babies

And dodgin' cell cases, them boys trap tight

The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies

I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right

The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies

I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right

Sellin' that white, get everything together better have sh*t right

They don't fist fight, we don't throw right

We East Atlanta n*ggas and we like to throw dice (Holiday season)

They up all night, gone off X, sippin' that lean, thinkin' 'bout sex

I f*cked a lot of [?], so who's up next

I ain't tryna brag but Flocka's here flexin'

I'm flexin', I'm flexin', my bodies tatted up like a Mexican

And I got no heart like a tin man,

I killed ten men and their next of kin

Them boys ain't right, the hood so crazy

These hoes so crazy, they still ain't nice

I swear these hoes ain't right

The boys sell cake as they whippin' up babies

And dodgin' cell cases, them boys trap tight

The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies

I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right

The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies

I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right

I'm in love with nice lips and lip gloss

Short long hair, I don't care

I need a girl who can party all night with me

Real party girl this here can live in Flocka's world

Grab some girls for my homeboys

Bust it wide open for Brick Squad dope boys

Patron got me open, passion' out bins in VIP like I'm the pill man

Three chains on my neck, lime green flag I'm a Grove Street vet

See, that's a bet, you gon' get your ass wet

Girls screamin' out they love chief Waka's [?]

Them boys ain't right, the hood so crazy

These hoes so crazy, they still ain't nice

I swear these hoes ain't right

The boys sell cake as they whippin' up babies

And dodgin' cell cases, them boys trap tight

The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies

I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right

The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies

I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right

Them boys ain't right