IBCiruits - We Dem boys lyrics

[Verse 1: Leanzus] I got hoes from overseas I got hoes i over see I get up in the ovaries A month later they over me COP A RANGE ROVER BLOW KUSH NEVER SOBER KNOW IMA STONER RAP GAME OWNER SHE LET US HIT IT CUZ WE DEM BOYS WATCH EM PIVOT CUZ WE GOT TOYS I AINT GOTTA SHOOT MY BOY A DO YA AND THE TIME We in love with crime We in love with dimes WE RUN UP ON YA IN THE SUBLINE OR ROB YA IN THE HOOD LIKE SUBLIME My boys down to ride and to die Look in his eyes as he dies moma crys I lost my heart a long time ago So i don't concern you or yo bro [Verse 2: IBCircuits] Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm a true G And I got your ho, she just blew me After that, tell her I'mma leave once I f** her I'm just being honest 'bout our future Smoking kush in my PT cruiser Its convertible If you b**hes try and break me (heh) I'm unbreakable Did I f** your b**h? That's confirmable Hol up, hol up, hol up I just f**ed your b**h in some k-mart flip-flops Very many rhymes, this is real hip-hop Po' some more up, never slow up with the sippin' of this syrup Got a ho ridin' me, she put her foot in the stirrup [Verse 3: GodAmongstKings] She pull through, the Jag swerved I ate the booty like a pack nerds Or a box of nerds, I don't box with nerds Raisin middle fingers and a gat to herds Prasing every verse from Gak, what you heard My b**h better look like Robin Givens Boomerang that p**y, whole squad gonna hit it Oh, what you tough really You know what get's that tough feeling Watchin yo girl on my dick struggle breathing Kidnapped rap, ransom at a hunnid million Not enough credit really, sh** I mean I gave it back Knockout flow, credits really do just fade to black Plug fam, see me now, shoutout Better relationships than BET and bow wow f** a critic, they in need of a Sharkiesha No for real, give my number to Anita Sarkeesian She can critique my stroke while she's recieving it If she start to b**h then I'm like see ya Smack the sh** out of a diva This a game and I don't play nice You a b**h and I'm Ray Rice Is you ready spar?! Wake up with a broke dick and yo radio gone! I roll with Royce, Rolls Royce and some chronic Roll out like Stephen Hawkins Stab a f*ggot b**h named Boyce Watkins I could choke religion out a crucifix While chokin on some Buddha with my Buddhist friends If I ever fall off I pray Hannah Stockings stoppin on me Then bounce back up cuz I should be there inside Kehlani I don't f** 10's my type is 2 cards higher sh** I'm beginning to think I'm supa hot fire Tyb gang T-Y-B-G-A-N-G Tyb gang in yo b**h