Why Boys Lyrics

Church
Motherfucker

Ask these motherfuckers what's their cap size?
They smile and wave to the wave, make 'em capsize
Rolling in my lane, then you chilling in your last ride
5 head ass, what's your cap size?

Asking motherfuckers what's their cap size?
Cap size?
They smile and wave to the wave, make 'em capsize
Rolling in my lane, chilling in your last ride
5 head ass, I know you wanna capsize

My noise
My voice
Heard around town in the nice toys
My boys
My force
Find out what the south known for

Somebody tell transgender, Hanna Montana
To take his maple-syrup-sipping ass back over to fucking Canada
Green goblin looking honkey, only known when in the web
Hashtag "@america", "#hummer", "#bullet", "#bullet proof vest"
You ain't going outside without your COVID-19 masks
Dude like little Nicky thirsty for the drama-gender-fluid in a flask
Rapping 'bout a tractor, you don't even cut your own grass
Google "Nashville". Told the PR lady aye double yes
I kinda like how they dress
Badazzle my jacket, got braids in my shit
Kinda look like Barbie mixed with the Ken
And I am the guy that's talking to your kids

Undercover in the system so yehaw rebellious
I don't choke even in a full Nelson Mandela
No glitch in my shit. Music city antenna
I'm the underground shit
Sewage tank dripping

Ask these motherfuckers what's their cap size?
They smile and wave to the wave, make 'em capsize
Rolling in my lane, then you chilling in your last ride
5 head ass, what's your cap size?

Asking motherfuckers what's their cap size?
Cap size?
They smile and wave to the wave, make 'em capsize
Rolling in my lane, chilling in your last ride
5 head ass, I know you wanna capsize

Hillbilly
Hillbilly

Hollerboys ain't nobody fucking with me
Tom McDonald you Dennis-The-Menace-looking-ass nigga
You ain't got no bullets. It's illegal in your state, killa
Armored vest. On a tank without a fucking rifle with him
Jumping up and down like he's the united cheerleader
This twat tweeting on Twitter with his gender-fluid fingers

Guys, I'm saving country rap and I think I can make it better
This cracker dressing up like a Badazzle Power Ranger
With some CGI cows 'cause they ain't got no farm around him
You can't poke at me, bitch. You a home body in Cali
And South Park said yalls heads already cut into halfsies

I'm invisible lit
Gas leak invincible spit
Komodo dragon acid drip
When I be hitting a lick

Nobody thinking like this
So, while you sit on a fence
My language arts gun racked holding infinite clips
Independent but you popping up on CNN rocking Balenciaga
On my bullshit got the heart of 20 oxes
Shake the lane like terracotta
That's that vera causa partner
I'm 'a fuck every rapper up like they was Ferra Fawcett
Get it? Pussy target
Get "The Notebook". Ryan Gosling
You adopted neurotoxin
Take caution
When moving on a Martian
You're the biggest fan of Marshall
Let's see if the math is honest
Use my SEO when you act like this situation shocking

Ask these motherfuckers what's their cap size?
They smile and wave to the wave, make 'em capsize
Rolling in my lane, then you chilling in your last ride
5 head ass, what's your cap size?

Asking motherfuckers what's their cap size?
Cap size?
They smile and wave to the wave, make 'em capsize
Rolling in my lane, chilling in your last ride
5 head ass, I know you wanna capsize

Whoop
Ha-ha. He gon' be like
"If I'm Dennis The Menace, you're just a hobo in a wagon
I'm gonna feed you pork and beans under some bridge up in Nashville
I'm the illest rapper dog. I got bacteria lyrics
And hog tatted on my lip. I got a sausage addiction."
Ha-ha-ha