Black Tee Songtext

von Dem Franchize Boyz

Black Tee

[chorus 2x]

I rob in my black tee
Get licks in my black tee
All in ur house searchin for bricks in my black tee
I slang in my blacktee
I bang in my black tee
All in the club spitting game in my black tee
I bling in my black tee serve feigns in my black tee
Fuck a white tee I look clean in my black tee

Verse 1
I hit the scene, black scene in an all black shirt
Black mask on my face
Leave all yall murk
2 bricks, 20 stacks, and 30 pounds of the perk
I'm a lick-hit nigga
All I do is do dirt
Leave a red blood stain on ur all white shirt
?Gucci?-man so gutter, I steal money from ur purse
Lay out in your yard, robbin while u go to church

Verse 2
Ak-47 to 11 in my black tee
I'm riddin in my chevy
Police heavy, they can't catch me
I rob in my black tee
I mob in my black tee
Switch up and change cloths
After my job in my black tee
Niggas don't even kno me
When I have in my black tee
Catch a cab on a back street
I ain't sellin dope
I'm in the lab in my black tee
I always pack a pistol
For them crabs tryin to jack me

[chorus]

Verse 3
Yes, see that, i'm peepin the scene
In my black tee
With a black fitted cap
And air max
To match my black tee
Fuck a white tee
I look shady in my black tee
Getting licks and sending niggaz to Grady
In my black tee
Black joggin pants,
But ain't no runnin in my black tee
I'm in all black
So I get more shine off my gold teeth
Ain't no hatin
Cuz real niggaz wear what they wanna wear
The eastside never kill niggaz
And we never kill

Verse 4
I look mean in my black tee
Stacks in my black tee
Cadillac on black
We tote gats in our black tee
Chevy on them 23's
Dependin on how u live
On the Block fuck my enemies
Asshoes in a black tee
Shawty says she like me
Cuz I move bricks and stack cash in my black tee
The feds try indite me
I heared it from amigo
Escalades and condo
Black tees and girbuads
Talkin shit to ur stank hoes
Steppin on niggaz toes

[chorus]

Verse 5

Be dressed off in my black tee
Fitted hat, black gat
And some accesseries
Black rag, black mask
And a gold grill
Sometimes them pants come down
Do it all for the thrill
A nigga might get shout
A nigga might get killed
In my black tee
In your house, yeah nigga
And I'm lookin for those keys
I hope I find a rubberband
Stacked with that cheese
If we fire too much
Ass it, nigga, let him bleed
Never again
Let a nigga live that squealed on me
Let him kno that I'm a hard head
Nigga from the east
With that anger
Inflict pain in my black tee
Take him to the concrete
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