White Sheets (feat. Yo Gotti & Waka Flocka)

I bust your head to the white meat, white meat

Spray the k you see them white sheets, white sheets

Fuck you if you don't like me, like me

We don't take this beef lightly, lightly

Throw it up, represent

Guzzle bottle after bottle till your bent

I'm in the lam, borghini

And i don't give a fuck if you don't like me

I bust your head to the white meat, white meat

Spray the k you see them white sheets, white sheets

Fuck you if you don't like me, like me

We don't take this beef lightly, lightly

4-10 revolver, shotgun fire

I'm a bring new york back like scott amayer

458 ferrari styling

I'm black in it so police racial profiling

El chapo, import export

I bought my first aiflestein i felt like a boss

Sak passe, my neck all rocky

Cooling aging on my wrists so freaks leave the party

Rap critics fuck up my high everyday

I'm making movies in the morning matinee

I gave the haze up, now i'm rolling dour blunts

With a model with some seline d cups

Blame it on me, not your baby momma

Cum in her extensions in the coupe extension on the llama

Everyday is drama, around the clock

I put that twerk and park the car right around the block

I'm a real nigaa, and i always been

Feeling but a brick spending by the 10's

Chopper on my hummer, leave a pussy leaked

Fishscale and whyola got the hood tweaked

Put the llama beep, all i ever need

Addict full of snow truck load full of weed

In emergency goons working overtime

So in otherwords ya fuck with me then you know your dying

Whole faminly crying, whole city sad

Never will forget him, but they will miss his ass

Breaking nooses in, shoot em on the run

I never make a statement, i never leave my gun

Not living where i'm from, not living where i hum

Them young niggaz and old niggaz

Got pistols called super doke

Air filting super gun, murder rate done got super dope

And i go hard in every city to represent where i'm from

Throw your sets up, what hood ya from

Pour dark 60 deep in the tour bus

You a blodd, you a crip, you a fool

You a lord, you sell weed, you sell coke

I'm tryna find an hoe in here

Have her on some weed and a cold beer

Beat a nigga ass who wanna volunteer

Fore heads seems a had a good year

Black and yellow rari, mid man took off the tape

All this ice on me my nigga this is what it cost to hate

Throy ya hood up

Throw ya hood up

Where ya from, put ya bottles and your cups up

Bread squad monopoly, ain't no stoppin me

Bitches jockin me ballin with no referee

It's a guarentee you fuck with me your a dead man

Bread squad monoply we don't gangland