[Hook x2] 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 fiends in my white tee fuck a throwback i look clean in my white tee
[Verse 1]
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 purp 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 ur wifey Hanes or fruit of the loom be the Name of my white tee I got a change man there's a stain on my white tee Lames in a white tee i bring the pain in my white tee Hispanic, crackas, niggas even yangs wearin white tee Hit the club deep and we all got a white tee A throwback no that hell naw it dont 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
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
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 u know i how i be under my tee it the wifey 'fo 'fo tucked tightly For them niggas who think im soft nigga come and try me They going to find your body White tees in the club and while we drinking on bacardi fuck a throwback white tees in party Now dont get me started gotta try bacardi Pushin 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, now 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 that boy look clean, white shoes fresh jeans But on that boy shirt what it say not a thingg
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[Verse 3]
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 can throw back this but Partner check my nine And im a ghetto gangsta white tee laws gone hate ya Street games with a little fame them hoes gonna chase ya Can't exscape from this white shit it done covered the map Like crack did in the 80's and it took over the trap Come to the hood and 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