White Dior Tee Lyrics – Tee Grizzley
(Brian, what did you do?)
What 300 did?
300 did what? Ayy (Free the guys, ***)
300 signed Baby Grizz and my *** Lee (Facts)
Shout out to Celine believin’ in them gangsters out the street (Good lookin’)
*** ain’t just the fans, boy, the government givin’ us streams (Woo)
They like, “What you mean?” ***, the feds listen when we speak (***)
Bought my favorite girl a B-E-N-Z, ***
Can’t give out no loans, this for Baby Tee, *** (Neph’)
Forty-eight a key, thirty-eight a P, *** (Work)
Two hundred sittin’ on this white Dior tee, *** (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 *** still on)
This *** smoke good, plus it got the look and the smell (Strong)
Rose gold AP, hope this *** don’t send me to jail (Bling blaow)
Shirt cost a G, shoes cost a G, *** (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 *** 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 *** in half if a *** 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 ***’ niggas’ *** (***)
Bro hit his ***, 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 *** before I bust a watch (In they ***)
And I’ll go punch up some cards ‘fore I punch a clock
*** hittin’, VV’s on my neck swingin’ on *** (Swingin’ on hoes)
Choppers got Tris in ’em, been done leaned me a *** (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 ***, ***, I like that (I like that, ***)
When I hit her hard, ***, you better fight back (I like that, ***)
Say you trappin’, slappin’ hard, where your mic at? (Where your phone at?)
If she a platinum ***, 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, ***, that’s my lifestyle (That’s my lifestyle)
*** talkin’ loud, he better pipe down (Pipe down)
***, we ain’t in DC, but this the White House (White, ***)
I ain’t talkin’ canned goods, but I got beans in the cabinet (Beans)
Strike her like a freak, *** scream when I’m stabbin’ (Skrrt)
Hey, you say hand you a vacuum, ***, you ’bout to clean the floor up
Bro say hand him a vacuum, ***, he ’bout to wrap the ‘bow up (‘Bow)
Trackin’ *** through FedEx, it’s pullin’ up to Cleveland (Shippin’ ***)
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 *** hate when I’m leavin’ (Hah)
Get ’em in the morning and they gone by the evening (Gone quick, ***)
Oh, yeah, Mu?
You talkin’ platinum on that ***, ***
Get the work gone fast, I ain’t gone lie
Check me out (Talk that platinum ***, Lee)
Sippin’ on Crissy got me tipsy and your *** miss me (Yeah)
‘Bout to blow a bag in Balenci’, then shoot to Fendi (Yeah)
*** look like RiRi and she playin’ savage, Fenti (Bad ***)
I’ll squeeze the semi like a savage ’til it’s empty (***)