Saturday Is for the Boys (Remix) [feat. K.M.T, Al Dente, Big N' Tasty, Baker's Dozen & Krispy Kreme Kentrell]

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Tasty Gang Collaboration

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Saturday is for the boys,yeah
Saturday is for the fuckin boys
Saturday is for the boys, yeah
Saturday is for the fuckin boys

Back again, all the boys and I are comin through
Tasty Gang, stayin fresh just how we always do
KMT, I'm the king, bow down and kiss my feet
You say you're bringin' sexy back, but ain't got no receipt
My telephone is ringin' and singin', and i go to answer the call
My boy is wondering if i got plans, and i say i got nothing at all

Come and kick it cause we coolin at the crib
So come on KMT the coolest kid we know
We're cookin up a beat, continue legacies
So come and kill it so you make it cool as snow

Whoa bro, slow it down, Okay?, I'm comin over
I grabbed my keys, locked up the house, and I hopped in the Rover
No red lights, didn't get stopped, its gonna be a good day
Shout out to O'shea, didn't have to use my AK

Arrived in the driveway and made that last turn
Break out the brews, light the grill, and smell that charcoal burn
My favorite times always had when I'm with my bros
We've got no problems, got no worries, cause we've got no (misogynistic censorship)

Babe, come on it's Saturday you know that you can't come through
The boys and i are smashin' like the minions with my dawg Gru
Puttin' holes in walls an flippin' burgers, how we get our fix
Me and my bros have no problem chillin watchin' Netflix 

How could you spend Saturday on anything but being gay?
Just know I'll be eatin' my boys up like they're fish fillet
Me and my bros are the only real ones that are in the game
Too many think that they can compete, what a cryin' shame

You know my dawg Baker's Dozen is the one that made this beat
His flow is so fire that alone he causes Florida's heat
Let's not leave out the G.O.A.T. the O.G. his name is KMT
His rhythm alone is gonna be the cause of World War 3 

Let's be honest every MC on this track is hella dope
We got our fans so worked up like prisoners who drop the soap
One more thing before i hop off this fire track
On Saturdays, girls, please hop off our backs

Peace...

Grab your trunks, got my flops
These boys will make your noggin rock
Stop drop, rollin in the whip up on your block
Grab a grill, grab a lighter, set Brevard on fire
We them boys, watch us flex, Saturday's R-E-M-I-X 

Yo 
Daddy D in the building

I straight up love my boys, even though they start to bother
Age don't really matter, but I think I might be Erik Giesey's father
Regardless of my past, my boys, they got my honkin' back
And I'm serious, I think Erik came straight from my nutsack

Sippin' like villains
We killin' and grillin'
It's some type of feelin'
You know that we chillin'

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y
Cause we like it

Tasty Gang Collaboration
Flippin' burgers 'round the nation
Grills and dudes just bein' guys
No girls around, just breasts and thighs

Hot diggity dog 
We chillin' 'til it's dawn
We grillin' in that lawn
Just boys, the girls is gone

We ain't got nothin' better to do
Cause it's Saturday 
And I'm chillin' with my Tasty Gang Crew 

Swag

Yo it's Saturday, you already know what it is
The boys about to crack a cold one and grab a burger
Chill with the homies

Yo, Baby Bake!
Why don't you tell these boys what's up with that Tasty Gang Collaboration son!

Welcome to the 321 
Tasty Gang second to none 
Hit a home run like I'm Babe Ruth 
Like a reverend I spit the truth 

My boys gang wherever 
Seven days is forever 
Might break the rules and see them whenever 
Drumline homies friends forever 

These Port St. John rappers don't want beef cause they're vegans 
Light up the grill you already know what the boys are eatin 
Me and my boys go back, way back like we doing the Cupid shuffle in the club 

Like Golden State that's a Dub Day 
After payday got my pay stub 
Pick up the patties so we can grub 
Throw in some Dad bods you know it's all love 

BUNS (CHECK) 
MUSTARD (CHECK) 
KETCHUP (CHECK) 
THE BOYS (CHECK) 

We get powered up on a Saturday 
Grow hair on our chest, such a manly day 
Testosterone flowing my boys we stay glowing 
They may say my bars gay 
But my boys call it Feng Shui 

Drop a couple bands you know we got it like that 
Just kidding we broke, but my Boys deserve that 
No Louis V, Gucci cause my name ain't Lil Tunechi 
This flow full of energy, Trump won't conserve me 

But I'm not a rapper 
Saturday is for the got dang boys

Watch them flock once them sake shots start to top
Top notch bottles get ya noggin rocked for trynna cop
A swobble of the sak' 
How 'bout a dollar for the top?
We can romp for ya wallet, so don't try me in the spot

Nigga
I go harder than kevlar on a glass table
The team with me, she won't leave, we'll make that ass able
I crash stables, flash the neighbors with my ashy ankles 
Saturday's for the boys, so you know we passing paper
And you see that with the team is where i be at
Socially its where I'm free at
F*ck the bronze aint talking kneecap
Uh

So watch me relapse couple grams in the knapsack
Freestyle
Foot fetish

Yuh

Grab your trunks, got my flops
These boys will make your noggin rock
Stop drop, rollin in the whip up on your block
Grab a grill, grab a lighter, set Brevard on fire
We them boys, watch us flex, Saturday's R-E-M-I-X

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