white boy anthem

Imma white boy who goes by the of mister Reid You can’t touch me I promise imma killa in the streets I’m not a drug dealer but I’m selling all the tree If I want it imma get it imma mf king I don’t post on the gram but I’ll smoke a couple of em I get baked like some mf cookies in the oven Try and fuck with the gang well put shots into ur muffin I only need 8 but the blicky holds a dozen 1234 droppin bodies on the floor 5678 223s into ya face See the bullets red traces hit ya head red waves Put your ashes in my blunt and smoke it we leave no remains Aye Aye Do not test me If u tryna blow then holla cause u know I grow the best weed Big body Benz I was never ever dusty Ice on my neck u could call me mister clean but Imma white boy who goes by the of mister Reid You can’t touch me I promise imma killa in the streets I’m not a drug dealer but I’m selling all the tree If I want it imma get it imma mf king Skrt Skrt It’s new times Last year I was broke but right now I’m on the grind Trapping overseas with so much money on my mind Once I get back to my crib it’s goin down every night It’s been a long time since I really had a crush Now I don’t need a girlfriend but I like a woman’s touch I met this light skin I hear she lookin for some love So she give me Hershey kisses while we in the hottub CHORUS: Imma white boy who goes by the of mister Reid You can’t touch me I promise imma killa in the streets I’m not a drug dealer but I’m selling all the tree If I want it imma get it imma mf king