Lyrics:

(Chorus below 3x)
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 jeans in an all black shirt
Black mask on my face
Leave all y'all murk
2 bricks, 20 stacks, and 3 pounds of the Purp
In a niggas stash house straight 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 Mane so gutter, I steal money out ur purse
Lay off in your yard, rob you go to church

Ak-47 2-11 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 know me
When I have on my black tee
I 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
Hit 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'
'Cause real niggaz wear what they wanna wear
The eastside never Again niggaz
And we never kill

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 you live
On the Block fuck my enemies
Pull hoes my black tee
Shawty says she like me
'Cause I move bricks and stack cash in my black tee
The feds try indict me
I heard it from amigo
Escalades and condo
Black tees and girbuads
Talkin' shit to ur stank hoes
Steppin on niggaz toes

Be dressed off in my black tee
Fitted hat, black gat
And some Solja Ree's (Reeboks)
Black rag, black mask
And a gold grill
Sometimes them pants 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 a rubberband
Stacked with that cheese
If we fire too much
Fuck it, nigga, let him bleed
Never again
Let a nigga live that squealed on me
Let him know that I'm a hard head
Nigga from the east
With that anger
Inflict pain in my black tee
Take him to the concrete
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