My Boys - Young Scooter, Young Thug

Count it up with my boys

Ran it up with my boys

Whip bandanas with my boys

East Atlanta them my boys

Buy purple for my boys

Pass squirters to my boys

Young Scooter be my woadie

And I’m not from Magnolia

But I fuck her with my boys

I mingle with my boys

I’m living with my boys

And I can tell you I know it

I can tell, I swear to God

I can tell

If you ain’t my boy

You need to get the fuck from 'round here

Don’t need you in my presence, nigga

I can tell who you is

Thugger, that’s my boy

You witness me fuck up a whole mill

Street money, nigga, I ain’t got no fucking record deal

Leaning like a fool, point punched from doctor Phil

Take a good look at my ice, it’s all real

Took a look back at my life

Don’t know how I live

I let my boy, D.D., by street, you know he kill

Count it up with my boys

Ran it up with my boys

Whip bandanas with my boys

East Atlanta them my boys

Buy purple for my boys

Pass squirters to my boys

Young Scooter be my woadie

And I’m not from Magnolia

But I fuck her with my boys

I mingle with my boys

I’m living with my boys

And I can tell you I know it

I can tell, I swear to God

I can tell

I went with the same niggas from day one

And the loyalty over royalty, we don’t care about that

Birds don’t fly for the flocking, yo

Every right or wrong, we be still whatever

That B.M.G.

shit, I’m putting faces on stretchers

My nigga Young Scooter for neffa

Split pack with the ran, no presser

A lot of money in our pocket

Tell the bitch there is no pressure

Now, you can say what you want

But it look so we making all the noise

Two part shit, ain’t making shit without my boys!

Count it up with my boys

Ran it up with my boys

Whip bandanas them my boys

East Atlanta with my boys

Buy purple for my boys

Pass squirters to my boys

Young Scooter be my woadie

And I’m not from Magnolia

But I fuck her with my boys

I mingle with my boys

I’m living with my boys

And I can tell you I know it

I can tell, I swear to God

I can tell

In my whole round, wammy, and my boys stop for me

The little pricks, they should think they cowboys how I fuck with them niggas

Hit a sissy for a half a zip, my boy have seven grams

Keep it real with you bruh, cut my heart with my right hand

Take a look, cause you are on hell’s road now

I’m telling you, you can’t trust no damn fool, so nigga

You been black, no bitch, never been no bitch

If they fuck with you, boy, I unload every stick

Count it up with my boys

Ran it up with my boys

Whip bandanas with my boys

East Atlanta them my boys

Buy purple for my boys

Pass squirters to my boys

Young Scooter be my woadie

And I’m not from Magnolia

But I fuck her with my boys

I mingle with my boys

I’m living with my boys

And I can tell you I know it

I can tell, I swear to God

I can tell

Skeeted up with my niggas

Get richer with my niggas

Fishscale fishes for dinner

Balenciagas the winners

Sing a rhythm with my nigga, with your bitch on a crystal

She caught him leaving with club and blowed it like whistles

I won’t hurt nobody

All my niggas rocking like a cut out stocking

Screaming free Pibb, no rocket

I wan’t all the choppas

Came up with my nigga Willie

Stay gone you fuck niggas

You ain’t my bro, you a fuck nigga

Count it up with my boys

Ran it up with my boys

Whip bandanas with my boys

East Atlanta them my boys

Buy purple for my boys

Pass squirters to my boys

Young Scooter be my woadie

And I’m not from Magnolia

But I fuck her with my boys

I mingle with my boys

I’m living with my boys

And I can tell you I know it

I can tell, I swear to God

I can tell