White T Lyrics

I'm too high to come down

Fuck all that though

Got a plain white t but this shit designer

K on me make it sing Mariah

My ex bad but my new bitch finer

All black coupe and I'm burning the tires

Looking for an opp like an iPhone finder

He wanted beef so we put him in a grinder

I'm in my bag just a friendly reminder

Talking bout' cash you're preaching to the choir

Like, damn Lac Doe why you got 2 phones?

Why you got a Glock and that shit 2 tones?

Made 10 bands but I need 100 more

Feeling like I need 100 bad hoes

Smoking on dope like I'm trying to overdose

Fuck her so good now she comatose

Ima run it up while I stay 10 toes

But even if I sit down I'm 10 toes

I'm rocking Margiela while you're up in Dillards

I be with dealers who locked in with killers

My bitch is black but my backwoods vanilla

She eat it up like this dick is her dinner

All things considered, my pockets got bigger

Don't give a fuck about you and your figures

Pop me a perc like I've never been sicker

Then hit the blunt so it can hit quicker

I feel like I want it all

See the smoke on the wall but this ain't incense

Never gon' call on a cop, if it got to be resolved then we're gon' fix shit

I'm finna ball in the mall, finna trap in the hall, pay my tuition

Could make a motherfucker fall in just one call - don't make no difference