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I rob in my black tee 
Hit licks in my black tee 
All in ur house searchin for bricks in my black tee 

I hit the scene, black scene in an all black shirt 
Black mask on my face 
Leave all yall murk 
2 bricks, 20 stacks, and 30 pounds of the Purp 
In a niggas stash house scraight looking for the work 
I'm a lick-hit nigga 
All i do is do dirt 
Leave a red blood stain on ur all white shirt 
?Gucci?-man so gutter, I steal money out ur purse 
Lay out in your yard, robbin while u go to church 

Ak-47 211 in my black tee 
I'm riddin in my chevy 
Police heavy, they can't catch me 
I rob in my black tee 
I mob in my black tee 
Switch up and change clothes 
After the job in my black tee 
Niggas don't even kno me 
When i have on my black tee 
Murder me a nigga 
Catch a cab on a back street 
I ain't sellin dope 
I'm in the lab in my black tee 
I always pack a pistol 
For them crabs tryin to jack me 

Yes, see that, i'm peepin the scene 
In my black tee 
With a black fitted cap 
And air max 
To match my black tee 
Fuck a white tee 
I look shady in my black tee 
Getting licks and sending niggaz to Grady 
In my black tee 
Black joggin pants, 
But ain't no runnin in my black tee 
I'm in all black 
So i get more shine off my gold teeth 
Ain't no hatin 
Cuz real niggaz wear what they wanna wear 
The eastside never Again niggaz 
And we never scared 

I look mean in my black tee 
Stacks in my black tee 
Cadillac on Flats 
We tote gats in our black tee 
Shine in my black tee 
Chevy on them 23's 
Dependin on how u live 
On the Block for my enemies 
Pull hoes in my black tee 
Shawty says she like me 
Cuz i move birdies and 
Them feds try indite me 
I heared it from amigo 
Escalades and condo 
Black tees and reg 
Talkin shit to ur stank hoes 
Shine in my black tee
Tread on my gold tee
TBs and BBs 
Im flosser than my army

Be dressed off in my black tee 
Fitted hat, black gat 
And some Solja Ree's 
Black rag, black mask 
And a gold grill 
Sometimes the mask come down 
Do it all for the skrill 
A nigga might get shot 
A nigga might get killed 
In my black tee 
In your house, yeah nigga 
And I'm lookin for those keys 
I hope i find them rubberbands 
Stacked with them Gs 
If we fire too much 
Fuck it, nigga, let him bleed 
Never again 
Let a nigga live that squealed on me 
Let him kno that I'm a hard head 
Nigga from the east 
With that anger 
Inflict pain in my all black tee 
Take him to the concrete 
Count cha 123

No sympathy apology
This is our philosophy
Gotta floss my black tee
Problems i don't have here
Scandlous to the last penny
Damage any cash register
Switch back my hustle
Betta im thirsty for next level
With my finese i bless the world in like 60 seconds
And oughta be paid i had to thank like 30 many backas
And at the eno don't see nuthin but gin standing
Wit a can-it santan-it movin kind of
Skidzo i'll stand it with this shit
I could put the hump with skid slow
Go and see t boi and transform it
To a shipload