White Wine Lyrics

(Talk to 'em then)

Yep

Look, sipping from chalices filled with white wine

They blacking out but I'm seeing through all the white lies

Plenty of dimes is sniffing some white lines

Infested with highlights like they playing in primetime, look

My rhythm been repeated all around the globe (worldwide)

They wanna sail the seven seas just like the shit I wrote

Like come and sail away with me, you'll see the memories of melodies I spoke

And you'll remember every single note

Without a license I'm someone you despised

But all the greed in my mind, meant seeing green in my eyes

And now I chase a check

You see the diamonds dancing on my neck

And all it meant was I'm the one who next

I'm seeing one too many hoes in that yellow sundress

Like the sun when I arise, I'm shining over Texas Tech

Cause when I'm put to the test, the best'll never fold

Never fuckin' drowning 'cause I like to keep my head afloat

Head afloat, shit, above water

Sharks circling in your pool so move smarter

Blink twice and baby you'll miss it and maybe bitches will listen up when I'm spitting

But these bitches steady sipping all this white

White, white, white, white, white wine

I'm waking up to the fuckin' city skyline

We t'ing up and double fisting sipping mai tai's

I had to tell these motherfuckers that it's my time (let's go)

In any weather you're never better, my family making sure that a brother never folds under pressure

The trendsetter, for the younger generation

Reclaiming my spot as the music sensation, the favorite

Yeah, I'm your favorite motherfucker When I'm rapping really fast and the beat moving slow

My oldest sibling instilled my faith in everything I'm finna break it down

Let me tell you about my sister though (talk to 'em then)

My sister a dome-spotter, my sister a globetrotter

Called me equator, cause ain't no one said a line hotter

I'm someone she vibe with, I'm someone she ride with

She pull up on your block and turn your bitch to a side chick

My sister hate to drive the double R like the self-loather

Dust on her Rolls Royce, she driving the Range Rover

Elevate the game to a whole 'nother level

But now she finally bossing up all over y'all like a game over

Shit, the bank owner

Paycheck bigger than states with red voters

Red cup filled to the top to move slower

White wine reside in your heart for more closure

So move closer, reminiscing on the past, popping in and out my head like a memory flash

I don't slack, I come back

I don't lack, I attack

I'ma kick my feet up, because I'ma just sit back and relax