The Boys lyrics

[Intro: Mani Luv]
Ayy, get that dope, ayy
Get that money, ayy
f*ck these hoes, ayy
Run it up, run it up
pus*y ass n*gga better run it up
Run it up, run it up
pus*y ass n*gga better run it up

[Verse 1: ZelooperZ]
One thing about a brother when you growin' up poor
Whatever is mines, then it's yours
One dark blue jean, one light blue jean
Two Rocawear fits, that's what me and Mani ran through
Ping-Pong back and forth 'cause we were poor
Laughed at at school for what we can't afford
Grandpa pulled up with the aluminum foil
Took the cans back so we could go to the store
Always thanking god for what I had in store
The little bit that we got we treated it like more
Only had a little bit then I made a stretch, yeah
Got all the way here, yeah, that's a big flip
Only had a little bit then I made a stretch, yeah
Got all the way here, yeah, that's a big flip
Ain't talkin' 'bout [?], but a n*gga arm stretch
Ain't talkin' bout dividends, then a n*gga abstain
I can't listen to these rappers, they ain't got no object
I can't listen to yo b*tch, I treat her like an object
Quiet like librarian, these n*ggas want no conflict
She wanna know I'm carrying, I told her mind her business
Swear these n*ggas never grind or hustle in the kitchen
Swear these n*ggas b*tches, they ain't poppin', they the witness
All I really want is to bring you joy
I know my momma happy that she had some boys
Chip a n*gga block like a Chip's Ahoy
f*ckin' with the fam, then them blams deployed
I got ball on the court that you can't handle, boy
Tryna smoke with me, that's some cancer, boy
Back in the day they used to pack the boy
Take a n*gga out for the ransom, boy
[Refrain: ZelooperZ]
It's just something 'bout the energy
But I don't really think that they feelin me
Do anything to fam, then you killin' me
Do anything to bro then you killin' me (Ayy)
I just think it's 'bout the energy
But I don't really think that they feelin' me
Do anything to fam, then you killin' me
Do anything to bro then you killin' me

[Verse 2: Mani Luv]
Money up, got it on my mind
Gotta tell the b*tch not to waste my time
Smokin' dope, yeah I got dro
f*ck a b*tch, she don't even know
Brand new choppa came with the scope
Bag it up, we gon' sell the dope
Loud kush, I'mma get it in
Sippin' lean since '010
Fell in love with my f*ckin' friends
Five thou', he my f*ckin' mans
n*ggas hatin' on the other side
f*ck a b*tch right on the side
Tell that b*tch give me head when I drive
Give me head when I drive
[Outro: Mani Luv]
Ayy, ayy, get that dope, ayy
Get that money, ayy
f*ck these hoes, ayy
Run it up, run it up
pus*y ass n*gga better run it up
Run it up, run it up
pus*y ass n*gga better run it up