Mr. White Lyrics

Killer goin' crazy

Ay man this shit for pure comedic purposes

(Andre run it up)

Nothing I say in this shit should be taken seriously

Walk inside the bank, they be like, Mr. White what you doing?

(Ceo this a vibe boy)

His name Mr. White, but he a black man

Come through in all black, I feel like Batman

Bitch, I'm him, nigga

Bitch, I'm that man

Walk outside the bank and I got racks, man, Let's go

Walk out fully loaded, nigga, lookin' like he scammed the bank

1942, them casamigos, bitch, I'm off the drank

If I need a vid and can't get nick, I'm gon' hit up frank

Niggas really shootin', they not using hands, they not like tank

Mr. White pull up, he got his favorite color, red, nigga

Styling on these niggas, bitch, I feel like fuckin' Ed, nigga

No, it's not Red Lobster, but I just came for the bread, nigga

Lil, bitch, it's my birthday, I'm a motherfuckin' bread winner

I'm tryna bask up in my glory

Bitch, I'm an activist like Kore

Half these niggas, they don't like me, tryna find me like I'm Dory

They keep on watchin' all my stories

But swear that they don't like that though

That ain't my baby hoe, where Maury?

Man, this why I don't like you hoes

I don't care for hoes, I care for comma's

These hoes just drama, boy

If I found love, it'll be just like Osama

He gotta stunna boy

These women, they gon' leave just cause they wanna

They want to and they gonna

I treat my women right cause of my momma

We eat at Benihana

Mr. White, huh?, yeah, what you doin' (Chillin nigga)

Who you chasin' (Ion know)

Yeah, who you pursuin' (Ion know)

Money clothes, huh yeah, cars and hoes (Fuck these hoes)

Are you chasin' goals?

Or tryna fuck these hoes

His name Mr. White, but he a black man

Come through in all black, I feel like Batman

Bitch, I'm him, nigga, bitch, I'm that man

Walk outside the bank, I got them racks man

Walk out fully loaded, nigga, lookin' like he scammed the bank

1942, I'm off the migos, bitch, I'm off the drank

If I need a vid, and can't get nick, I'm gon' hit up frank

Niggas really shootin' ain't usin' hands, they not like tank

Bitch, I got gold standards, I'm just like Shelton, bitch

Tryna whip that SRT just like I'm Kelton, bitch

He like my cousin, nigga (Like Jalen)

He pull up melting shit

And for that hoe that say she exposed me, bitch that's not my dick

You stupid, lyin' bitch, hoe hop off my dick

You probably mad I fucked with shh, and she was likin' this

That's why your friend bad, huh, and not you, lil' hoe (You ugly)

And that's why shh did you bad, you stupid, dirty hoe

Hey, Mr. White, what the fuck you doin' Nigga?

Man, I'm dissin' shit

Man, you not supposed to diss on these hoes, man

Man, nigga, fuck that bitch

Nah, bro, like, you really trippin', it's your birthday

Nah, man, fuck that shit

At least tell me why you dissin' them, man

I just don't like the bitch

Mr. White, man, you trippin', man

Man, you, you, you speakin' on old junk

Man you ain't even supposed to care about that no more, you know what I'm sayin'

But she still lyin' on me, though, I don't even like that, I don't even play like that

But that's what these hoes do, these hoes lie, you know that though

Man, I don't even, don't even care about that, bitch, man, fuck that hoe

Man, yeah, you can say fuck her, but I don't need you dropping no disses, though

Man, I just don't like that bitch, man

I really just wanna diss that hoe

Nah, man, fuck that shit, it's your birthday, bro

Stop trippin', bro