[Verse 1: Webbo]
Blowed as hell, leaving from my show, from the [?]
And my shirt [?], and my jeans I got is True
And my whole crew with me, and a couple bad bitches
And they all dick sucking, 'cause we got that cash, nigga
Pull up in my new coupe
Two Tone on the Rolex [?] spent about a [?] on
Shout out to them hating niggas, that I love to shit on
Most you niggas [?], and you other niggas [?]
Yeah, I'm balling on you niggas, better D-up
You mad 'cause you tried to be a boss and blew your re-up
In the club, acting like you get it with the loud mouth
Just got a new plug in Cali, I got that loud now
Lus I'm with my Blood niggas, and they on tip
Only say one word, then them boys trip
Free my nigga Smoke, rest in peace my nigga G
Boy, I've been playing with bands since I was 17
[Chorus: Peezy]
Them boys getting money
Them boys shooting trips
Them boys in the hood
Them boys really on they shit
Them boys got drank
Them boys got blues
Them boys got yay
Them boys got tools
Them boys [?]
Them boys toat pistols
Them boys really living
Them boys ain't playing
We is them young niggas, man, that's the Syrup Gang
[Verse 2: Peezy]
Break the bag down, nigga, make it pump
C.P.R. with that work, I can make it jump
These boys out here playing tag, so we lasered up
That's word to my nigga [?], I can't make it up
Long as Webb around, I ain't never going broke
We got enough to spread around, nigga, what's going on?
If I ain't on Chetter Grove, then I'm in the zone
Ucking with them 55 boys, like [?]
Heard your lil diss song, nigga, shit was so weak
When you gon' smoke? Nigga, you don't even smoke weed
Me and Webb got a dub on this low key
Think I'm lying, bitch, make him post it on key
Team Eastside, A.K.A. Purple Gang
The pints falling out the sky, nigga, purple rain
Free my nigga Icewear, he was the purple man
No seal, no deal, nigga, you know the game
[Chorus: Peezy]
Them boys getting money
Them boys shooting trips
Them boys in the hood
Them boys really on they shit
Them boys got drank
Them boys got blues
Them boys got yay
Them boys got tools
Them boys [?]
Them boys toat pistols
Them boys really living
Them boys ain't playing
We is them young niggas, man, that's the Syrup Gang
[Verse 3: Hardwork Jigg]
Yeah, came up a young snotty nose
Now I'm rocking 30 pointers with the snotty nose
30 clip on the hip, leave your body gone
Sipping on this mud, got me feeling like my body gone
Me and Webb sitting plays, with them blue things
Me and Peezy smoking L's, smoking shoe strings
I'm so true to this religion, no blue jeans
[?] shooting like a hoop team
Booted off molly, sipping lean, pouring Rose up
Sitting in the Porshe, ike a winner, pulling rolls out
Used to get money like a rooky, I'm a pro now
Free my nigga Vezz, til he home, I'm pouring fours out
Team East, Green Guys, and this Hardwork
[?] bitch, we all work
We them boys off the east, so we all murk
It's 30 in the 40, if you trip, watch [?]
[Chorus: Peezy]
Them boys getting money
Them boys shooting trips
Them boys in the hood
Them boys really on they shit
Them boys got drank
Them boys got blues
Them boys got yay
Them boys got tools
Them boys [?]
Them boys toat pistols
Them boys really living
Them boys ain't playing
We is them young niggas, man, that's the Syrup Gang