Of Whites (feat. Sabino)
Alright yea
You ain't talkin money
You don't talk right
Woke up early trappin in my off whites
You ain't talkin money
You don't talk right
Woke up early trappin in my sum whites yea
Met a lil bitch in the club
I fucked the first night yea
Put them racks on yo head
Then that shit green light yea
No we don't need no help
Yea we alright yea
Atm havin these bags
A young nigga took flight yea
Young nigga rollin up sticky
Yea bitch free that boy sticky
Go to war about all of my brothers
Any of you niggas can get it
Steppin out wit all the drip
We give a fuck bout no deal naw
My niggas crackin the seals
No we not poppin no pills dawg
Woke up early play callin like seven thirty
I need my shit hands down like six thirty
Yea this just a nina but the clip thirty
Smokin this jungle boy and I'm on this fifth swervin
Wrap em up send em thru da mail
Move so lowkey you cant tell
Beat it up till my pockets swell
Jugg lowkey and dodge a cell
Niggas fufu I can tell
That's why I move by myself
I got this shit by myself
Smokin backwoods by myself ay
You ain't talkin money
You don't talk right
Woke up early trappin in my off whites
You ain't talkin money
You don't talk right
Woke up early trappin in my sum whites yea
Met a lil bitch in the club
I fucked the first night yea
Put them racks on yo head
Then that shit green light yea
No we don't need no help
Yea we alright yea
Atm havin these bags
A young nigga took flight yea
You ain't talkin money
You don't talk right
Woke up early trappin in my off whites
You ain't talkin money
You don't talk right
Woke up early trappin in my sum whites yea
Met a lil bitch in the club
I fucked the first night yea
Put them racks on yo head
Then that shit green light yea
No we don't need no help
Yea we alright yea
Atm havin these bags
A young nigga took flight yea
Young nigga rollin up sticky
Yea bitch free that boy sticky
Go to war about all of my brothers
Any of you niggas can get it
Steppin out wit all the drip
We give a fuck bout no deal naw
My niggas crackin the seals
No we not poppin no pills dawg
Woke up early play callin like seven thirty
I need my shit hands down like six thirty
Yea this just a nina but the clip thirty
Smokin this jungle boy and I'm on this fifth swervin
Wrap em up send em thru da mail
Move so lowkey you cant tell
Beat it up till my pockets swell
Jugg lowkey and dodge a cell
Niggas fufu I can tell
That's why I move by myself
I got this shit by myself
Smokin backwoods by myself ay
You ain't talkin money
You don't talk right
Woke up early trappin in my off whites
You ain't talkin money
You don't talk right
Woke up early trappin in my sum whites yea
Met a lil bitch in the club
I fucked the first night yea
Put them racks on yo head
Then that shit green light yea
No we don't need no help
Yea we alright yea
Atm havin these bags
A young nigga took flight yea
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Hawkins
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