White Tee (feat. Loser) - Lil Lungg

I spilled wine all on my white tee, bitches like me Corpse you off the deep end, well bitch I might be These girls they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please I ain't got no time if you ain't beside me Get up 7 a.m., but I haven't slept in days Acid on my vocals, that's the price I gotta pay Karma tryna rob me, all up on me, fuck away Death always upon me when I come up out the shade What you tryna say, huh? What you tryna say? Oh, you love me and you miss me? Yeah, I get it, that's okay Reluctantly I get you, but you know it ain't the same Once you fuck me over, no do overs, we don't play I spilled wine all on my white tee, bitches like me Corpse you off the deep end, well bitch I might be These girls they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please I ain't got no time, if you ain't beside me Nine lives on eight cat bitches, seven witches from the six Five are tryna find me, wanna fly out for the dick Three times a boyfriend tried me, had to tell them they ain't shit One be blowin' up my phone, tryna fight me for a bitch Don't follow me baby, swear I'm going to hell Think I'm looking for a piece of you in somebody else 'Cause ever since I've been leaving, I'm fucked up on something else We just hook up on the weekend, I keep her up on the shelf I spilled wine all on my white tee, bitches like me Corpse you off the deep end, well bitch I might be These girls they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please I ain't got no time, if you ain't beside me

Aye aye aye aye I'm thuggin' in my white tee Don't step on my J's Look They kinda pricey These rappers talking spicy I don't like their energy Ben Frank is a friend to me Results of these melodies Liquor Convo Recipes Women freaky tendencies Coming out specially Messing with mentally She could meet my momma Mind on those commas My niggas smoke that ganja To forget all the trauma Thuggin in my white tee Flowing over type beats That's my life low key Will I blow It's likely Aye aye Woah woah The situation dicey Guns I hear nightly The block is hot high key Thuggin in my white tee Thuggin in my white tee Aye aye aye aye Look at me I'm feeling free Xavier up on your screen That's the future I can see Woah woah woah woah Melodies that make you freeze He up on our block He don't belong here We make him flee I can sense the dog in you Look in the mirror I tell myself Do it myself Ion need no help Do it myself Ion need no help Aye we don't talk to the cops We some introverts If you do the consequence You six feet in the dirt Don't even tell a lie You gonna make it worse Feds tapping phones So the gang on high alert The gang on high alert We going hit you Hit you first Gang in this bitch We going make you Make you work Woah Woah Woah Woah Thuggin in my white tee Yeah Woah Thuggin in my white tee Gotta bad lil bitch from the dark of the hood Show me a place where the parking is good Fifty onna dash No stopping on this Wrote this onna plane jetlag got me lit I sip Blue face on me no Crip Gotta lotta cake on her she thick And I put it in my face no case Look I love it when the Henny ain't chased And I never leave change cuz the penny's add up I been on to new things since you give that ass up Taking off onna bitch guess I hadda blast up Put a pause onna bitch if she playing too much Santa Claus with the dick cuz I keep it wrapped up And the gang strapped up Got a couple hittas if I need back up Coolin with my niggas if my bitch act up And I ran with this shit never get sacked once I'm a man in the end Played with you once I ain't playing again Smoking on Runtz only pass to my kin Phone it keep buzzing Still ain't answering Tell her I love her but smashing her friend I'm a demon No I won't wait till you notice the meaning Gang in white tees so you know that we gleaming Stay with some niggas with Rugers and beamers You sleeping then I Freddy Krueger your dreaming Thuggin' in my white tee Thuggin' in my white tee

Too much money on me skinny pants pockets stuffy BB Simons belt red stones shit flooded Diors on 1300 for these bloodies I 95 in a foreign gettin duffy I took his bitch to Barton G's he took his bitch to Duffys Took a nigga cheeks he mad but he ain't gone touch me Wrecked alotta cheek so my bitch don't trust me I told that bitch to bool out I fuck witchu you lucky Had to cop a foreign I got tired of the renties Remember we was living in the hood riding jitneys I just left target walked out was six giffies Brand new chicken out the grease my shit is crispy Drum on a stick I will give yo ass a six piece What I spent a day niggas be saving up for six weeks Hit Bal Harbour I just spend a fucking salary Be in that bitch so much I know them people tired of me I be swiping in the stores even though all is cash on me Be in designer so much I wear that shit casually Don't be on the wrong block my niggas turn you to a casualty He got a bad mouth we take them out just like a cavity You won't see no cavities all gold on my teeth Niggas bold on the outside but bitches underneath Spin your block we don't see you outside we doubling back for weeks Up late night catching force while they sleep Glitch God bitch I make a thousand by the blink Gave my bitch a couple thousand for her wig and her minks Getting money so filet mignon the only time I beef Fucking yo bitch by mistake we bonin like T All this gold on my neck I feel like Mr T Pay 500 for a Prada white tee Balenciaga runners skinny pants white tea I made like 100 bands in a fucking white tee Don't pull a flake we put you on a white tee Pull a flake leave you with a bloody white tee All this gold on my neck I feel like Mr. T Pay 500 for a Prada white tee Balenciaga runners skinny pants white tee I made like 100 bands in a fucking white tee Don't pull a flake we put you on a white tee Pull a flake leave you with a bloody white tee