Текст песни Mr. White - HitEmUpTy

Killer goin' crazy
Ay man this shit for pure comedic purposes
(Andre run it up)
Nothing I say in this shit should be taken seriously
Walk inside the bank, they be like, Mr. White what you doing?
(Ceo this a vibe boy)

His name Mr. White, but he a black man
Come through in all black, I feel like Batman
Bitch, I'm him, nigga
Bitch, I'm that man
Walk outside the bank and I got racks, man, Let's go
Walk out fully loaded, nigga, lookin' like he scammed the bank
1942, them casamigos, bitch, I'm off the drank
If I need a vid and can't get nick, I'm gon' hit up frank
Niggas really shootin', they not using hands, they not like tank
Mr. White pull up, he got his favorite color, red, nigga
Styling on these niggas, bitch, I feel like fuckin' Ed, nigga
No, it's not Red Lobster, but I just came for the bread, nigga
Lil, bitch, it's my birthday, I'm a motherfuckin' bread winner

I'm tryna bask up in my glory
Bitch, I'm an activist like Kore
Half these niggas, they don't like me, tryna find me like I'm Dory
They keep on watchin' all my stories
But swear that they don't like that though
That ain't my baby hoe, where Maury?
Man, this why I don't like you hoes
I don't care for hoes, I care for comma's
These hoes just drama, boy
If I found love, it'll be just like Osama
He gotta stunna boy
These women, they gon' leave just cause they wanna
They want to and they gonna
I treat my women right cause of my momma
We eat at Benihana
Mr. White, huh?, yeah, what you doin' (Chillin nigga)
Who you chasin' (Ion know)
Yeah, who you pursuin' (Ion know)
Money clothes, huh yeah, cars and hoes (Fuck these hoes)
Are you chasin' goals?
Or tryna fuck these hoes

His name Mr. White, but he a black man
Come through in all black, I feel like Batman
Bitch, I'm him, nigga, bitch, I'm that man
Walk outside the bank, I got them racks man
Walk out fully loaded, nigga, lookin' like he scammed the bank
1942, I'm off the migos, bitch, I'm off the drank
If I need a vid, and can't get nick, I'm gon' hit up frank
Niggas really shootin' ain't usin' hands, they not like tank
Bitch, I got gold standards, I'm just like Shelton, bitch
Tryna whip that SRT just like I'm Kelton, bitch
He like my cousin, nigga (Like Jalen)
He pull up melting shit
And for that hoe that say she exposed me, bitch that's not my dick
You stupid, lyin' bitch, hoe hop off my dick
You probably mad I fucked with shh, and she was likin' this
That's why your friend bad, huh, and not you, lil' hoe (You ugly)
And that's why shh did you bad, you stupid, dirty hoe

Hey, Mr. White, what the fuck you doin' Nigga?
Man, I'm dissin' shit
Man, you not supposed to diss on these hoes, man
Man, nigga, fuck that bitch
Nah, bro, like, you really trippin', it's your birthday
Nah, man, fuck that shit
At least tell me why you dissin' them, man
I just don't like the bitch
Mr. White, man, you trippin', man
Man, you, you, you speakin' on old junk
Man you ain't even supposed to care about that no more, you know what I'm sayin'
But she still lyin' on me, though, I don't even like that, I don't even play like that
But that's what these hoes do, these hoes lie, you know that though
Man, I don't even, don't even care about that, bitch, man, fuck that hoe
Man, yeah, you can say fuck her, but I don't need you dropping no disses, though
Man, I just don't like that bitch, man
I really just wanna diss that hoe
Nah, man, fuck that shit, it's your birthday, bro
Stop trippin', bro