Lyrics: White Tee

[Intro]
Yup in my white tee, yup in my white tee [x6]

[Hook 2X]
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 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 pert
Hit the dirt one squirt will leave all ya'll murked
Cause I'm fresh in my white tee
They glance at my white tee
And I got that hat that match my pants and my white tee
Whoever that you might see
I know they got a white tee
Homeboy, Brother, Sister, Mother, Daddy, 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, white, black jackie chan wearin white tee
Hit the club deep and we all got a white tee
A throwback, no that, hell naw they don't site me
You don't need no throwback cause you will be set on your white tee
You can get a circle or a v neck on your white tee

[Hook]
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 jewels glean in my white tee
Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee



[Hook2X]

[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 you know I how I beat em' under my tee it's that wifey

4.4 tucked tightly
For them niggas who think I'm soft
Niggas 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 party
Now don't get me started gotta track recorded
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 now I bet they got a white tee
Champs got them white tees, now lady foot got them white tees
When we hit the club, yep they look at them white tees
OOh that brother clean white shoes fresh jeans but on
That white shirt what it say not a thing

[Hook2X]

[Verse 3]
I gotta couple throwbacks it just I choose not to wear them
White tee extravaganza nigga like a foot locker sale
Boy they think I done fail but my paper stacking a lot
Or you can throw back this but partner check my nine
And I'm a ghetto gangsta white tee laws gone hate ya
Street gang,with a little fame them hoes gon chase ya
Can't escape bra,this white tee shit done covered the map
Like crack did in the 80's 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
Know how I be, still in my white tee
Rock jeans pockets green yea hoes like me
Haters try to bite me
Some try to dislike me
Became lil rich shawty and the feds try indict me

Yup in my white tee [x12]