Tee Grizzley, Mu, AllStar Lee - 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 Selim 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)
And Mu 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)