"White Dior Tee" lyrics

(Brian, what did you do?)
What 300 did?
300 did what? Ayy (Free the guys, nigga)

300 signed Baby Grizz and my nigga Lee (Facts)
Shout out to Celine believin' in them gangsters out the street (Good lookin')
Shit ain't just the fans, boy, the government givin' us streams (Woo)
They like, "What you mean?" Bitch, the feds listen when we speak (Nigga)
Bought my favorite girl a B-E-N-Z, nigga
Can't give out no loans, this for Baby Tee, nigga (Neph')

Forty-eight a key, thirty-eight a P, nigga (Work)
Two hundred sittin' on this white Dior tee, nigga (Two hundred racks)
Ayy, Mu, 'member when you had them green things mailed?
You talkin' had, man, I still get them green things mailed (Them bitches still on)
This shit smoke good, plus it got the look and the smell (Strong)
Rose gold AP, hope this bitch don't send me to jail (Bling blaow)

Shirt cost a G, shoes cost a G, nigga (Bands)
And add another three hundred, got a deal, shout out 300 (Woo)
In the booth spillin' Cris' on my Dior tee (Facts)
And this whip I'm in ain't got no key, it come from Germany (Overseas)
Pretty foreign bitch with me and she come from Germany (Okay)
They ain't payin' five for a 'bow of ice, then they concernin' me (Platinum, platinum, platinum)
Split your shit in half if a nigga think he harmin' me (Platinum, platinum, platinum)
Used to grab Act' and blues out the pharmacy

Ayy, M's on my card, but I still keep me a bankroll (Racks)
This white Dior tee, it cost me ten pairs G-Fazos (A band)
That boy ain't got a deal, but spent 50K on Rodeo
And Lee just got a deal, before his deal, he had his chain froze
Pull up to the trenches, glizzies with them switches
Niggas don't like gang 'cause they be fuckin' niggas' bitches (Bitch)
Bro hit his bitch, now he callin' bro an opp
Goofy-ass niggas out here dyin' over thots (Dead wrong)

I ain't got a deal, but I get deals when you come and cop
Bored as hell, waitin' on three months for these 'bows to crop
I was bustin' niggas in they shit before I bust a watch (In they shit)
And I'll go punch up some cards 'fore I punch a clock

Fuck hittin', VV's on my neck swingin' on bitches (Swingin' on hoes)
Choppers got Tris in 'em, been done leaned me a nigga (Brrt)
Takin' feds chances, got two thousand beans in a rental
Once I make it there and back, I'ma come back with a sixty (Sixty ball)
She go crazy on the dick, bitch, I like that (I like that, bitch)
When I hit her hard, bitch, you better fight back (I like that, bitch)
Say you trappin', slappin' hard, where your mic at? (Where your phone at?)
If she a platinum bitch, her neck and wrist, I ice that (Woo)

Ayy, talkin' to the plug, take the price down (Take that price down)
Million on my neck, bitch, that's my lifestyle (That's my lifestyle)
Nigga talkin' loud, he better pipe down (Pipe down)
Nigga, we ain't in DC, but this the White House (White, nigga)
I ain't talkin' canned goods, but I got beans in the cabinet (Beans)
Strike her like a freak, bitches scream when I'm stabbin' (Skrrt)
Hey, you say hand you a vacuum, bitch, you 'bout to clean the floor up
Bro say hand him a vacuum, bitch, he 'bout to wrap the 'bow up ('Bow)

Trackin' shit through FedEx, it's pullin' up to Cleveland (Shippin' shit)
In the hood pickin' up racks, then I'm leavin' (Money)
Sprinkle baking soda on that brick like a seasoning (Cane)
These niggas hate I'm breathin', his bitch hate when I'm leavin' (Hah)
Get 'em in the morning and they gone by the evening (Gone quick, nigga)

Oh, yeah, Mu?
You talkin' platinum on that motherfucker, nigga
Get the work gone fast, I ain't gone lie
Check me out (Talk that platinum shit, Lee)

Sippin' on Crissy got me tipsy and your bitch miss me (Yeah)
'Bout to blow a bag in Balenci', then shoot to Fendi (Yeah)
Bitch look like RiRi and she playin' savage, Fenti (Bad bitch)
I'll squeeze the semi like a savage 'til it's empty (Bitch)