Celine Shirt ft. Bandgang Masoe Lyrics

You niggas pussy (boog in the booth, yea he going crazy)

I got blood on my Celine shirt (3ss nigga)

Y'all niggas know what the fuck going on

Free them members (yean hurt)

Aye aye

I'm stepping in fashion I got blood on my Celine shirt (yea)

Crying for yo partner but ain't get back

Nigga yean hurt, spent they block

Don't mean you can sit back

I done seen worst, outnumbered

Still it ain't no mismatch

Lil bro let that... burst

Might thank that I be under like a plumber

How we keeping pipes

Transparent see straight through these niggas

Ion beef with no dykes

Your nigga he ain't having

Hey well damn put me in your life (he broke)

Racks on me ain't come from no scam

I don't need to swipe

Aye we the topic, we make history (yea)

Ran him down with Glock

It was the switch for me (switch for me)

Had to let the stick breathe, it don't miss a beat

Right after your bitch leave

I'm back in the streets (I'm the streets)

Too much smoke, I really don't know who to shoot at

I got dope, highspeed put this in your coo cat

Your bitch keep asking me

Who taught you how to move crack?

Stop playing around put that shit down

And picked up me a blue pack

Say you serving methamphetamine

But you ain't really met a feign

Oppositions clicking up, I guess they need a better team (well damn)

Hold my nose when I'm whipping up (whew)

This shit Hella clean

Pass that bitch after I crash

No, ain't got time for settling (aye, aye)

I got blood on my Celine shirt (yea)

Crying for yo partner but ain't get back

Nigga yean hurt, spent they block

Don't mean you can sit back

I done seen worst, outnumbered

Still it ain't no mismatch

Lil bro let that... burst

I'm stepping in fashion I got blood on my Celine shirt (yea)

Crying for yo partner but ain't get back

Nigga yean hurt, spent they block

Don't mean you can sit back

I done seen worst, outnumbered

Still it ain't no mismatch

Lil bro let that thing burst

I'm stepping fashion I got blood on my Supreme shirt

Hit a nigga block and I bet everybody leave hurt

I know lil bro fasho gone fire

Like he leaving work

Grown ass man acting like bitches nigga

Get a skirt, don't get murked

Body shit for fun, bet the city know

Turnaround after turnaround like a give & go

Crazy everybody use to love me

Back when I was broke

All that fucking crying go get back

Nigga you ain't hurt, who won't work?

Fell in love with grinding hustle till it hurt

Known for doing dirt and moving work

Love the third and first

I been moving righteous, but still gone let my pistol burst

You can give a bitch the world, she still gone give that pussy up

Dummy (money)