WHITE Lyrics

I said, still in love, stil in love with me

Are you gonna be in love with me? I want you and need you

I'm ridin' dirty, no ID, Glocky with a light

Ain't servin' fent, but I could show you how to move that white

I caught him lackin' at that store, cause he ain't have his pipe

And when I did it, I walked him down, bitch, I ain't thinkin' twice

I don't think twice, I'ma kill him, he gon' pay that price

And I got fat shit in this free car, I'ma spend the night

And I'ma do it by myself, I gotta do it right

But if they tippin call my lawyer, hope you send a kite

I'm bookin' flights, I flew to Cali just to get a pack

I'm back in D.C., now it's time to make that money stack

I'm makin' plays, I need a runner, hit me on my jack

I drop a check and wipe that shit, I do it back to back

I'm gettin' money, I ain't trippin' bout a ho don't call me

And I'ma get straight to the point, don't really do the stallin'

And you be strofin', you ain't bout it, you just do the talkin'

You's a bitch, just run your mouth, but you can't do the walkin'

Aint got No motion, you be broke, you beg your bitch for money

If she say no, you throw a fit and ask your moms for some

Bitch, get a job, scam a nigga, punch a clock or some

Go merc a nigga for a band, pick up a Glock or some

I'm ridin' dirty, no ID, Glocky with a light

I'm aint servin fent, but I could show you how to move that white

I caught him lakin' at that store, cause he ain't have his pipe

And when I did it, I walked him down, bitch, I ain't thinkin' twice

I ain't thinkin' twice bout shit, I got no respect

I put a sticker on my drum, now this a custom mag

Dont Ask me what the fuck I paid, I ain't check the tag

I'm really rich, I bought a bag for the fuckin' bag

I'm really rich, I made a way, I ain't have a dad

(Rest in peace)

Fightin' demons when I try to sleep, I gotta pop these xans

Got the scripts, I'm a pharmacist, I turn the Wok to bands

Purple, yellow, green, I got the oxys, I'm the perky man

Band for band, I up my stick, I'm up another band

I'ma rob you for that necklace, better tuck it in

Why you post before you leave, you ain't got common sense

You make it easy for a nigga to come and do you in

I'm the ticket to a mill, bitch, I got shit to lose

I'm real as fuck, just ask my mama, she gon' say it's true

And Granny Call to say she love me, say I love you too

I'm the truth, I got the money, bitch, I'm walkin' proof

Tell my brother, no, I got you, you won't ever lose

And my lil' sister, you my twin, for you I make the news

I'm so for real, I stand on shit, don't do this shit for views

Got in that room, nah I ain't tellin nigga I refuse

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