Lil Yachty - White Tee Freestyle (Phil Jackson) lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty - White Tee Freestyle Phil Jackson lyrics]
Go, unh, go, aye, go
I’m a bitch breakin’, risk takin’
Rim shakin’, cup tastin’ (Go)
Buck makin’ never been a slut chasin’
Nigga who be slut shamin’ (Bee)
Gon’ and fuck my brother
You be sack swappin’ (yeah)
God bless my brothers who be out late
They still robbin’ (On God)
Thot hoes no good
But they still got my dick throbbin’ (Bee)
Niggas want some smoke
I smell it in the air, I’m Phil Collins
(Frrd) and I’m Phil Jackson (yeah)
And I’m still rappin’ (yeah)
And I’m still there with a rich nigga
I’m still braggin’ (yeah)
And my belt cost me two G’s
I’m still saggin’ (Bee)
And these niggas that I update
They still laggin’
Chop, off the top, let it rock, let it beam
(Woo, woo)
Hit the stop, scoot a tip, off the hip
Let it sing (Frrd)
Shouts out my white boy, he
Love that white girl, he Charlie Sean
(Go) but when it’s time to get the fuckin’
Mula, he clean up, pristine, oh, aye
What is up? I need that, what’s that there
What’s that in my ear
That’s a trust fund, a chandelier (Ice)
That’s a house, dog, the whole roundabout dog
That shit like ninety thousand something
Round it up dog (Oh)
Magett not baguette, broke ass nigga
Sound it out dog (Bee)
Show me what you bout’, dog
Lava runnin’ out the Hilton (yeah)
All white Maybach, white outfit
Like the milk man (Oh)
Niggas talkin’ like they bulletproof
Tell em’ holla at me when they heal, then
(Aye) this bitch booty so damn OD
And that waist still thin
And I’m still with the five nine (Brrd)
Free Cida, that’s the big slime (Blat)
Wasn’t even post’ to be here (Here)
Did it all in the knick of time (Time)
She addicted like it’s nicotine (Tine)
Been addicted since a nigga teens (Woo)
Everything isn’t what it seems
You see the racks in my jeans (Yup)
You see the ice on my neck (Yup)
You see the scope on my tech (Go there)
Frrd, slatt, aye
I’m a bitch breakin’, risk takin’
Rim shakin’, cup tastin’ (Go)
Buck makin’ never been a slut chasin’
Nigga who be slut shamin’ (Bee)
Gon’ and fuck my brother
You be sack swappin’ (yeah)
God bless my brothers who be out late
They still robbin’ (On God)
Thot hoes no good
But they still got my dick throbbin’ (Bee)
Niggas want some smoke
I smell it in the air, I’m Phil Collins
(Frrd) and I’m Phil Jackson (yeah)
And I’m still rappin’ (yeah)
And I’m still there with a rich nigga
I’m still braggin’ (yeah)
And my belt cost me two G’s
I’m still saggin’ (Bee)
And these niggas that I update
They still laggin’
Chop, off the top, let it rock, let it beam
(Woo, woo)
Hit the stop, scoot a tip, off the hip
Let it sing (Frrd)
Shouts out my white boy, he
Love that white girl, he Charlie Sean
(Go) but when it’s time to get the fuckin’
Mula, he clean up, pristine, oh, aye
What is up? I need that, what’s that there
What’s that in my ear
That’s a trust fund, a chandelier (Ice)
That’s a house, dog, the whole roundabout dog
That shit like ninety thousand something
Round it up dog (Oh)
Magett not baguette, broke ass nigga
Sound it out dog (Bee)
Show me what you bout’, dog
Lava runnin’ out the Hilton (yeah)
All white Maybach, white outfit
Like the milk man (Oh)
Niggas talkin’ like they bulletproof
Tell em’ holla at me when they heal, then
(Aye) this bitch booty so damn OD
And that waist still thin
And I’m still with the five nine (Brrd)
Free Cida, that’s the big slime (Blat)
Wasn’t even post’ to be here (Here)
Did it all in the knick of time (Time)
She addicted like it’s nicotine (Tine)
Been addicted since a nigga teens (Woo)
Everything isn’t what it seems
You see the racks in my jeans (Yup)
You see the ice on my neck (Yup)
You see the scope on my tech (Go there)
Frrd, slatt, aye