WHITE TEE (FREESTYLE) versuri

WHITE TEE (FREESTYLE) lyrics by BlvkDivmonds

Verse 1
I don’t be too in the mix, you busy ship running, been keeping it locked
Back then I was home all day long straight macking, just feeding the block
You don’t show nowhere I go, just talking, lil’ bro, you ain’t even a opp
Fe-fi-fo, big dawg, no matter whoever, we getting ‘em knocked
I been ascending
Steadily listen, paying attention
Now when it’s favorites, the name getting mentioned
Me and my dawgs run the map like it’s Genshin
Money on pension
Tryna be smart ‘bout it – I been real pensive
Jade-colored lenses, shit get expensive
Don’t need permission, baby, I’m gifted
Not like the type that you get on a Christmas
I mean the type to stay true to the mission
Baby, I’m— baby, I’m patient
Don’t want for nada, I be on spaceship
Me and this backwood shifting locations
I get evasive, fuck if you say shit
They couldn’t copy, they can’t get a makeshift
We know you fraud doe, you like to trace shit

Chorus
Ready, set, go, crash out the lot
I leave the belt unfestered a lot
Upstairs doing laps in the box
Backwood lit when I’m passing the cops
They biting all but the paper
He think he great, but I’m greater
Obviously, somebody lied
Must be my number one hater

Verse 2
Some of my dreams too grand, I need me a twizzy, I’m still in a Kia
In that hoe bumping Aaliyah, I’m prolly on my way out for the reup
I gotta push to start button, full auto, I hop inside it, ain’t picking the key up
They want my life, then them boys better T up, I hit your block, in the winter it heat up
I’m saying bye-bye, that’s if you wasteman
I’m rolling grabba, blunt in rotation
Smoking that lala like this the day shift
I’m finna
I’m finna say sum
You gotta watch how-how you display shit
It could be few words, less than you made shit
It could be few words – fuck you and take clips
No one to hide hind, that’s how I take shift
I’m saying everybody ain’t your mans
Why would you reach when you ain’t got the hands?
I never sit around ‘em, not again
Lit in the club posted with a fleece
I got a fire started with my friends
I got a hill to climb up, and it’s steep
But will I make it up there, it depends

Chorus
Ready, set, go, crash out the lot
I leave the belt unfestered a lot
Upstairs doing laps in the box
Backwood lit when I’m passing the cops
They biting all but the paper
He think he great, but I’m greater
Obviously, somebody lied
Must be my number one hater