Why Boys Upchurch
"Why Boys" by Upchurch, released in 2020, is a #CountryRap song that explores themes of masculinity, relationships, and the struggles boys face growing up. The lyrics convey a sense of vulnerability beneath tough exteriors, blending storytelling with a catchy beat. Its unique fusion of genres resonates with fans, reflecting contemporary Southern culture.
[Intro]
Church
Motherfucker
[Chorus]
Ask these motherfuckers what they cap size (Cap size)
They smile and wave to the wave, make 'em capsize
Rollin' in my lane, then you chillin' in your last ride
Five-head ass, what your cap size?
Askin' motherfuckers what they cap size (Cap size)
They smile and wave to the wave, make 'em capsize
Rollin' in my lane, chillin' in your last ride
Five-head ass, I know you wanna capsize
[Verse 1]
My noise, my voicе
Heard around town in the nice toys
My boys, my forcе
Find out what the south known for
Somebody tell transgender Hannah Montana
To take his maple-syrup-sippin'-ass back over to fuckin' Canada
Green-Goblin-lookin' honky, only known when in the web
Hashtag America, Hummer, bullet, bulletproof vest
You ain't goin' outside without your COVID-19 mask
This dude like Little Nicky, thirsty for the drama, gender fluid in a flask
Rappin' 'bout a tractor, you don't even cut your own grass
Googled Nashville, told the PR lady, "Ayy, double yes"
I kind of like how they dress
Bedazzle my jacket, got braids in my shit
Kind of look like Barbie mixed with the Ken
And I am the guy that's talking to your kids
Undercover in the system, so yeehaw 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 drippin'
Church
Motherfucker
[Chorus]
Ask these motherfuckers what they cap size (Cap size)
They smile and wave to the wave, make 'em capsize
Rollin' in my lane, then you chillin' in your last ride
Five-head ass, what your cap size?
Askin' motherfuckers what they cap size (Cap size)
They smile and wave to the wave, make 'em capsize
Rollin' in my lane, chillin' in your last ride
Five-head ass, I know you wanna capsize
[Verse 1]
My noise, my voicе
Heard around town in the nice toys
My boys, my forcе
Find out what the south known for
Somebody tell transgender Hannah Montana
To take his maple-syrup-sippin'-ass back over to fuckin' Canada
Green-Goblin-lookin' honky, only known when in the web
Hashtag America, Hummer, bullet, bulletproof vest
You ain't goin' outside without your COVID-19 mask
This dude like Little Nicky, thirsty for the drama, gender fluid in a flask
Rappin' 'bout a tractor, you don't even cut your own grass
Googled Nashville, told the PR lady, "Ayy, double yes"
I kind of like how they dress
Bedazzle my jacket, got braids in my shit
Kind of look like Barbie mixed with the Ken
And I am the guy that's talking to your kids
Undercover in the system, so yeehaw 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 drippin'
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