White Tee - RiskTakerLeek

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

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

In my white tee Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee Step on the scene with some green and some hard white work Real clean fresh jeans and a all white shirt We all get money and we all smoke twerk Hit the dirt one squirt will leave all yall murk 'Cause im fresh in my white tee they glance at my white tee and I Got the hat that match my pants and my white tee Whoever that you might see I know they got a white tee Uncle brother sister mother dad or your wifey Hanes or fruit of the loom be the name of my white tee I gotta change man it's a stain on my white tee Lames in a white tee, I bring the pain in my white tee Hispanic cracka nigga even yangs wearin' white tee Hit the club deep and we all got a white tee A throw back no that hell naw it don't excite me You dont need no throwback 'cause you will be set on your white Tee you can get a circle or a V neck on ur white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I hit the mall in my white tee Ooh I think they like me or they like the diamonds 'Cause they shine so brightly, yeah you know I how I be Under my tee it the wifey [Incomprehensible] or tighly For them niggas who think I'm soft nigga come and try me They going to find your body White tees in the club while we drinking on Bacardi Fuck throwbacks white tees in the party Now don't get me started gotta try Bacardi, drama we avoid it Everyone one wear white tees 'cause they can afford it Girls wear white tees, boys wear white tees Niggas in the trap nigga I bet they got a white tee I wear a white tee, you wear a white tee The next day catch me with a brand new white tee Oh they buy clean white shoes fresh jeans But on that boy shirt what it say not a thingg I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I gotta couple throwbacks it just I choose not to wear them White tee extravganza nigga like a foot locker sale Niggas think I done fail but my paper stacking a lot Or you could throw back this but partner check my nine And I'm a ghetto gangsta white tee laws gone hate ya And street gangs with a little fame them hoes gonna chase ya Can't exscape from this white shit it done covered the map Like crack been her in the 80's and it took over the trap Come to the hood you can find me trapping in my white tee Standing with a full grill niggas might try me So how I be still in my white tee Rock jeans, tiger green, yeah hoes like me Haters try to bite me, some try to dislike me Became a rich nigga and the feds try to indicte me Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee ...