black tee lyrics – gucci mane

“black tee”
(feat. bun b, young jeezy, killer mike, jody breeze, 4-tre, lil’ scr*ppy)

[chorus: gucci mane (lil scr*ppy) 2x]
i rob in my black tee
hit licks in my black tee
all in ya house searchin for bricks in my black tee (crank it)
i kill in my black tee
i steal in my black tee
im real so i gotta keep it trill in my black tee (o-kay-kay-kay)

[verse 1: gucci mane]
you can catch me all in a n*gg* house wit a black tee
gucci mane, lil flair got a million dollar mouthpiece
black tee, black rag, even got a black mask
leavin out ya house, thirty pounds in my book bag
black ‘lac, black tag, fin’ to hit a lick again
you a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
franchise hate me, probly wanna kill me
remixed it wit scr*ppy and now the hood feel me
fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt
gucci so gutta he’ll steal money out ya purse
lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church
ya love white tees now ya face on the shirt
black tee, black beat, trappin on the front street
got a black pistol grip pump on the seat
black tee, og, n*gg* don’t approach me
bubble gum wappin *ss n*gg*z can’t smoke me

[verse 2: bun b]
it’s bun b in his black tee & g in his black tee
reppin ugk and bat in his black tee
pimp in his black tee, mack in his black tee
free pimp c on the back of his black tee
gucci chain sw*ngin on the front of his black tee
cadillac sw*ngin, smokin blunts in his black tee
stunt in his black tee, ball in his black tee
it ain jus me pimpin we all got a black tee

[verse 3: young jeezy]
and i got a 1-2 bun
got 36 o’s for the 2-1
jeezy bout them green guys
got h-town goin for the ten or fives
im talkin cornflakes
got inner tubes wrapped in black duck tape
say it again dawg to make sure that ya heard me
got my four-x black tee up under my jersey

[chorus]

[verse 4: killer mike]
i got the all black chevy on all black rims
keep a small black gat in my all black tims
on the all-black leather there’s a all-black mack
tryin to sn*tch get ya black *ss blowed the f*ck back
44 to ya torso 4 in ya hat
kick doja to ya house n put it to a cataract
gorillas wit banana clips goin monkey in the back
they’ll put yo *ss in that black box, laid out flat

[verse 5: jody breeze]
look i slang in my white but i bang in my black tee
gucci on the front, jody breeze on the back street
chillin by a black cadillac on sum black feet
scr*ppy in a chevy watchin scarface on the flat screen
told yall constantly, ride wit the pump wit me
yup in my black tee, wit the nine underneath
i aint gotta keep tellin yall n*gg*z ima g
ima just c*ck back and leave sum blood on ya teeth

[chorus]

[verse 6: 4-tre]
im s-stainless in my black tee
remainin in my black tee
on the grind cause i like to shine in my black tee
diamond glistenin cross plus the background is a black tee
thieve then come back sprayin rounds in my black tee
4-tre, i want war in my black tee
f*ck them, probly neva wore a black tee
workin in my black tee, smokin purple in my black tee
im lookin for twelve all out yo curtain in my black tee

[verse 7: lil scr*ppy]
f*ck a white tee, i got my black tee and vest on
f*ck a st*rdy shot, i’m goin straight for the bread home
i don’t know why yall n*gg*z dropped move b
cause now raheem’ll show ya punk *ss a tree
bust nuts in my black tee, sl*ts in my black tee
now i’m smokin nothin but blunts in my black tee
saw me in valve then tried to fight me
jus the same monkey shawty don’t take me lightly

[chorus]

/ gucci mane lyrics