Really Them Boys Lil Yachty (Ft. Lil Tecca)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah (Two lil' black boys, you know, it's us)
Neeko you made that motherfuckin' beat?
Ah nah, you ain't make that motherfucker (What up Tec?)
Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid
It's over
(Yeah, brrt, buh)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Big body Benz Boat, I'm tryna stump this ho
We could make this shit real, real, real big
My nigga in the cell right now, reach out for sellin' cig's (Drrt)
(Slatt, boom, go)
You niggas don't know who you fuckin' with, it's really them boys
(It's us) Yeah (It's really us)
How you let them hoes run over you?
You is not pimpin' (Pimp, pimp, pimp), pimpin' (Pimp, pimp, pimp)
You is not pimpin' (Pimp, pimp, pimp)
Can't no bitch do me like Pippen (Pimp, pimp, pimp)
Nineteen on me, that's why I'm limpin' (Limpin', limpin')
Bitch, no, I'm no simpin', simpin', simpin' (Yeah, yeah, go)
I don't cheat on my bitch, but it's tempting
I'm with T, that's Tecca, not Lipton
All of my niggas be blood, they drippin'
Still got cousins back home, they crippin'
Ride sideways, on bowls, I'm tippin'
Spint' my car at night, I'm trippin'
My licence expired but I'm still whippin'