YFN Lucci - My Boys lyrics

My boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys We hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard My boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys We hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe season Hop out the coupe, I got the roof leavin' And you know I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot you for no reason I ain't playin' no games, I'ma do this sh** here for my boys Yeah that my boy for sure, we finna ball for sure I'm whippin' up all the dope, my n***a want all the smoke My gang gang, that's gang, new AP, new chain New Lambo, new Range, these b**hes they all the same Hit from the back, she gon' call my name f** her while she got on all my chains She got that water, Fiji, Fiji I had to wait for my season, season My young n***a got stopped, no season Turbo push start, I ain't gotta key it n***a walked out for no reason Drank so much my nose bleedin' My lil n***a caught in a jam, he finna go to the slammer We gotta go do the business, we gotta k** every witness We gotta go get them toys They ask me why I did it, I did this sh** here for my boys My boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys We hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard My boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys We hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe season Hop out the coupe, I got the roof leavin' And you know I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot you for no reason I ain't playin' no games, I'ma do this sh** here for my boys I got that dope dick, yeah, they all fiendin' I got a cold wrist, yeah, my sh** freezin' I got it on me, yeah, and I'm gon' squeeze it See them my boys, I'ma be there whenever they need me, huh Drive-by, let off a few shots Damn Lu got the block hot We gon' put them guns in milk spot We ain't got no problems shootin' it out Ayy, uh, we can fight or shoot it out, yeah You the type to do a lot, yeah Cape or coupe gon' pull it out, yeah Wait until we pullin' out Oh no, walked in with all my j**elry on My boys got all they j**elry on My diamonds they clearer than Patron I feel like Don Corleone Don Corleone, Don Corleone I got that forty-one millimeter on I got that one-point-five milly home I got that one-point-five milly home My boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys We hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard My boys, my boys, my boys, my boys, my boys We hard, we hard, we hard, we hard, we hard Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe season Hop out the coupe, I got the roof leavin' And you know I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot you for no reason I ain't playin' no games, I'ma do this sh** here for my boys