Crime Mob - Black Tee lyrics

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Black Tee

[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

Verse 1

I hit the scene, black scene in an all black shirt

Black mask on my face

Leave all yall murk

2 bricks, 20 stacks, and 30 pounds of the Purp

In a niggas stash house scraight 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?-man so gutter, I steal money out ur purse

Lay out in your yard, robbin while u go to church

Verse 2

Ak-47 211 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 kno me

When i have on my black tee

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

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||Verse 3||

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

Getting 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

Cuz real niggaz wear what they wanna wear

The eastside never Again niggaz

And we never scared

||Verse 4||

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 u live

On the Block for my enemies

Pull hoes in my black tee

Shawty says she like me

Cuz i move birdies and

Them feds try indite me

I heared it from amigo

Escalades and condo

Black tees and reg

Talkin shit to ur stank hoes

Shine in my black tee

Tread on my gold tee

TBs and BBs

im flosser than my army

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||Verse 5||

Be dressed off in my black tee

Fitted hat, black gat

And some Solja Ree's

Black rag, black mask

And a gold grill

Sometimes the mask 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 them rubberbands

Stacked with them Gs

If we fire too much

Fuck it, nigga, let him bleed

Never again

Let a nigga live that squealed on me

Let him kno that I'm a hard head

Nigga from the east

With that anger

Inflict pain in my all black tee

Take him to the concrete

Count cha 123

||Verse 6||

No sympathy apology

This is our philosophy

Gotta floss my black tee

Problems i dont have here

Scandlous to the last penny

Damage any cash register

Switch back my hustle

betta im thirsty for next level

With my finese i bless the world in like 60 seconds

and oughta be paid i had to thank like 30 many backas

and at the eno dont see nuthin but gin standing

wit a can-it santan-it movin kind of

skidzo i'll stand it with this shit

I could put the hump with skid slow

go and see t boi and transform it

to a shipload

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