White Boy

Hey, white boy

You ain't never learned to shut your mouth

Say what I want to say, no doubt

I'll be ready from the jump

Let's go, let's go, let's go

Now everybody feelin' bold

You used to write the raps, how you sold that dough

You used to play the trap, and you held your pose

But now you're from the sticks, and you love to hunt and fish

And you sold yourself for this, you're a bitch ass white

You talk all this country shit

But never mention A-Ball, UGK, your Big K.R.I.T (what the fuck is this?)

To me, it sounds like white boy shit

A bunch of wasted weak lyrics over guitar picks

Take a pick who I'm talking to if the boot fits

It's probably you bet your mama, so proud of you

No longer hides her valuables when her son's dark friends come over

Ooh, ain't that cold? (Hell yeah, that's it)

Look, I know you felt that in your soul

Your wasted ass, weak ass, wanna-be fake thug

Wasted ten years in the club, never made it

Now you wanna holla bubba (what the fuck is this?)

Man, you never said that shit, you used to say bruh (bruh)

Oh, fake ass white boy

Fake ass white boy

Yeah, you do this for the white boys

In the tall teen year, no three, now it's rebel flags and skinny jeans

Hey, white boy

You ain't never learned to shut your mouth

Say what I want to say, no doubt

I'll be ready from the jump

Let's go, let's go, let's go

Now everybody feelin' bold

You used to write the raps, how you sold that dough

You used to play the trap, and you held your pose

But now you're from the sticks, and you love to hunt and fish

And you sold yourself for this, you're a bitch ass white

We used to see you hanging in the trap and shit

Sitting on the corner, sipping some activists

But lately you're like a political activist

Pro-Trump rally like you're watching some politics

Man, I wish you would, 'cause growth is good

Not knocking the education

But don't gotta fake it to make it

(Watch the translation)

There's a difference between trying to follow a scene and leading a scene

I see you repeat what the TV screams

He's got a million followers, time to copy him

He's got a million views on the first, time to copy him

Who gives a fuck who, said it first? Gotta copy him

Watch your online profile switch overnight to a new man, now no stopping him

And that's a weak boy, we destroyed those decoys

Here in this rap game, you can switch lanes with reward

But just watch how you move and do it for you

That way they're not talking about you when they holler

Hey, white boy

You ain't never learned to shut your mouth

Say what I want to say, no doubt

I'll be ready from the jump

Let's go, let's go, let's go

Now everybody feelin' bold

You used to write the raps, how you sold that dough

You used to play the trap, and you held your pose

But now you're from the sticks, and you love to hunt and fish

And you sold yourself for this, you're a bitch ass white

(Hey, white boy)