White Shirts (feat. Anti Da Menace)

Cut the bitch off, do it way too smooth that hoe can't read my moves
Hold on, pass it to my bro, he slut her out bitch, that's the move
Hit the GC, what y'all tryna do we knockin' down they crew
Don't give a fuck about a slut, I just pretend and play it cool

Bitch, it's white shirts, I ain't tryna wife her
Told my fans I wanna drop, I need a million likes first
Niggas tryna come and join the clan, we bleedin' white shirts
She said she got a OnlyFans, I gave the bitch a light smirk

And I'm still rollin', and my 40's still pokin'
I told my mom I fucked the block, but I still Love my dice rollin'
This shit got my eyes rollin' pokin' hoes Like Krispy Kreme
Woke up mad as fuck today, and nigga just had lost his ring

I ain't talkin' bout her throat man
Need to Hit the Florida Keys so I can learn to kick a door man
Better go and call the postman
I love the way she suck my dick, I told that hoe she Amazon
Damn, I'm still waitin' on my package shoulda upgraded to prime

Whoa, just fucked a hoe and I don't feel the same no more
Got my nut and cleared my brain, I'll use that bitch hope she don't know
Guessin' that the time will tell, my gas got an extra smell
Oh I put 87 in my car, I smoke exotic still

This shit comin' off the muscle, I pop his top just like a bubble
Catch that pussy nigga at McDonald's, gave his ass McDoubles
Shave his face, gave him a stuble, he runnin' fast, hope he don't stumble
I pass the ball to all my niggas, I trust none of them gon' fumble

Whoa, just fucked a hoe and I don't feel the same no more
Got my nut and cleared my brain, I'll use that bitch, ho, she don't know
Guessin' that the time will tell, my gas got an extra smell
Oh I put 87 in my car, I smoke exotic still

Huh, I'm steady smokin' on my opps, ooh
Who be out there but never post up on they block
Oh they at the club, they got a show
The closest niggas gon' get knocked
I just been stiff armin' theese hoes
The baddest bitch gon eat this cock
Lil anti-rock out with his chopper

Scratch that boy like Larry Lobster
He never seen the kid in person Bitch, you face to face with a monster
I been gettin' fancy on these hoes bitch I drink wine with all my pasta
Come through that bitch and leave some stains Like I spent through with a marker

It's nun' but rage up on my brain
Just know this fame, come with some pain

It's nun' but Hollows in my clip, bitch, I ain't no rapper, I ain't playin', I ain't lame
I'm a nigga who never bang, but if I did, it's menace gang
Traumatize a nigga, mama, watch a doctor stitch his brain

Bitch, it's white shirts, I ain't tryna wife her
Told my fans I wanna drop, I need a million likes first
Niggas tryna come and join the clan, we bleedin' white shirts
She said she got her OnlyFans, I gave the bitch a light smirk