WATERBOYZ Lyrics – EARTHGANG feat. JID is the latest English song. WATERBOYZ song Lyrics are written by Johnny Venus, Doctur Dot, Phoelix, Daoud & Groove while the song is produced by Zeke Nicholson, Barry “Hefner” Johnson, Daoud, Phoelix & Groove.
WATERBOYZ Song Details:
| Song: | WATERBOYZ |
| Album: | GHETTO GODS |
| Singer: | EARTHGANG feat. JID |
| Produced by: | Zeke Nicholson, Barry “Hefner” Johnson, Daoud, Phoelix & Groove |
| Lyrics: | Johnny Venus, Doctur Dot, Phoelix, Daoud & Groove |
WATERBOYZ Lyrics
Yeah, what’s up man? (What’s up man?)
What’s up gang? (What’s up gang?)
We gettin’ this money (We gettin’ this money)
And fuckin’ this fame (And fuck this fame)
I’m trappin’ this water (I’m trappin’ this water)
I’m makin’ shit shake (I’m makin’ shit shake)
Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar)
Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break)
Most likely to succeed, most likely twist my weed
Most likely took your money doin’ somethin’ I believe
Most likely put the city on my back it ain’t a V (Ain’t a V)
Most likely got the people goin’ crazy overseas
I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus)
I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep)
I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (In the Mercury)
Push the 300 (Push 300) like a Bentley (Like a Bentley)
Niggas ain’t nothin’, if they ain’t with me (If they ain’t with me)
Yeah-yeah, set up the future for my Ms, this shit ain’t cheap
Know it’s a dirty, dirty game, but bitch, on me, you better not cheat
Shawty a deep, shawty a freak, whatever I want, gold on my feet
Down to my last, I was fucked up, I was down bad like cornrow Meek
See, coochies pop coochies for Gucci
And models will swallow for Prada
But bitch, I don’t even want that shit
If I feel like I buy you, you, you, you, you, that, that and this, I’m lit
What’s up man? (What’s up man?)
What’s up gang? (What’s up gang?)
We gettin’ this money (We gettin’ this money)
And fuckin’ this fame (And fuck this fame)
I’m trappin’ this water (I’m trappin’ this water)
I’m makin’ shit shake (I’m makin’ shit shake)
Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar)
Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break)
What up kinfolk? What up twin?
What the hell they say happened to Tim?
Man, I heard he got locked up again
I been meanin’ to talk to him
And say the streets don’t play no games
So pray for safety
All he gon’ say is, “Okay-okay”
But he steady bangin’ like the 808s
Say your boy is breakin’ the bank
I should hire my boy on a day-to-day
That’s the way he could stay out the way
Sanitation, we stay out the wastes
Sunset, he wanna stay at the one
Get a woman, run away to L.A. where the devils waiting
And the hoochies pop pussy for Pucci
And robbers be robbin’ the robbers
I see the evil is in disguise, all of my idols already died
I took a flight and I took a drive
Made a left, hit the light and this lil’ guy said—
What’s up man? (What’s up man?)
What’s up gang? (What’s up gang?)
We gettin’ this money (We gettin’ this money)
And fuckin’ this fame (And fuck this fame)
I’m trappin’ this water (I’m trappin’ this water)
I’m makin’ shit shake (I’m makin’ shit shake)
Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar)
Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break)
Boy, you look thirsty (Need some water?)
Shit, a nigga been workin’
Shit, a nigga been hustlin’
Shit, a nigga been hurtin’
Shit, a nigga been strokin’, bitches been squirtin’
My flow pullin’ out, the opposite of early
Nigga been wipin’ up dookie and burpin’
I was with the toolie right on my person
I be on southside swervin’, goin’ like a fly route
Moms on the grind, goin’ hard like I’m her child
Pop set the bar with the Yak in the car
When my new shit drop, you can all quit your jobs now
Fuckin’ on the thot, and she give the best top, wow
Backshot, pound, dog her out like a Chow Chow
Waterworld, hustle ’til the whole world drownin’
And her grandmama got found at the water fountain
Ridin’ ’round with the 5% tint on the Crown Vic
G’s move in silence
I can make moves and announcements
See an opportunity and pounce it
You at the red light surrounded
Better go ‘head with the clout shit
You gon’ regret when you doubted
You know you left when we was down bad sleepin’ on couches
Hah, should’ve fucked around and found out
What’s up man? (What’s up man?)
What’s up gang? (What’s up gang?)
We gettin’ this money (We gettin’ this money)
And fuckin’ this fame (And fuck this fame)
I’m trappin’ this water (Trappin’ this water)
I’m makin’ shit shake (I’m makin’ shit shake)
Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar)
Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break)
Most likely to succeed, most likely twist my weed (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Most likely took your money doin’ somethin’ I believe (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Most likely put the city on my back it ain’t a V (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Most likely got the people goin’ crazy overseas (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus)
I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep)
I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (In the Mercury)
Push the 300 (Push 300) like a Bentley (Like a Bentley)
Niggas ain’t nothin’, if they ain’t with me (If they ain’t with me)
Yeah, me, I been layin’ low
Peepin’ this shit from a distance
And checkin’ this chicken, no GMO
These niggas look rich but they broke, got me playin’ poor
Please don’t get it fucked up from this homeless aesthetic
Whole lot of homes
And I ain’t even put up the tour but it sold out already
I’m General Tso how a nigga is breaded
I’m gettin’ it now and shit is pathetic
They only respect when you talkin’ your shit
I ain’t really that nigga to toot his own horn
But today, look, I’m honkin’ this bitch
No more Off-Season, it’s capital B on my car season
If I happen to be in the mall and you catch yourself lookin’ at me
Then you’re stargazin’
Don’t be dappin’ with me if your heart shakin’
Two-faced niggas get the business, I went from rags to riches
There’s too many bags, I can’t do the math, bitch, I need a statistician
I think I might enter the draft the way I got a ratchet, ask the Pistons
Y’all niggas Planet Fitness, I don’t panic, no-no
Kyrie under pressure, my handles are cold
They can’t fuck with me and I stand on that quote
That’s never gon’ change like Santa Claus clothes
I know a young man wanna stand on my throat
But I never hate, I’m a fan of lil’ bro
But bro got a long way to go
If he think that he ever gon’ catch up with Cole
What’s up man? (What’s up man?)
What’s up gang? (What’s up gang?)
We gettin’ this money (We gettin’ this money)
And fuckin’ this fame (And fuck this fame)
I’m trappin’ this water (I’m trappin’ this water)
I’m makin’ shit shake (I’m makin’ shit shake)
Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar)
Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break)