White T

Cooking in my white T
She come over, think she my bestie
Rolling, baking with my homie
No there ain’t no female in our trap aerie
Stacking bitches in my cupboard
Sorry there’s no room for new hoes
Don’t be talking to me ‘cause I’m off-post
Wait one minute, got a call, my ex calls
Told my boy to be my Chase and I’ll do Travis
«White n Black», I see she got it on her playlist
They say we need cash, we need commercing
No-no-no, there ain’t way back, we just commencing
Birds
They flew too far
It hurts
‘Cause we work too hard
Words
W got way too much
She flirts
‘Cause we liv like we play cards
Birds
They flew too far
It hurts
‘Cause we work too hard
Words
We got way too much
She flirts
‘Cause we live like we play cards
What we did — it ain’t intended
Pickin' ‘em shards of hearts, we made it
What we lived through — you’re afraid of
Close to the wind like Martin Eden
But I‘m still cooking in my white T
Though it ain’t no mine now, it’s my besties
No we ain’t no doing drugs with my homie
Still a lot of trap and female in our trap aerie