lottydarko - WHITE ON WHITE Lyrics

White on white, like I'm cool with the clocks
Man, you niggas ain't shootin' at us
Just finna hit you with the tool, make you buy us
Just finna make your ass a tomb of the dust
You be sayin' that it's you for the sauce
I be thinkin' that it's you that I trust
Everybody want a roof on the boy
Everybody want a shoe for the boy
They gon' put vinyl in racks
I been sayin' it all in my raps
I need me some Simmons like rap
Your nigga, he need him on bap
I'm getting unlimited racks
I'm the nigga that's winning in fact
I'm the nigga that's takin' your bitch at the dinner
And then I'ma blow out her back
Blood to the back, heart attack
So many hearts, so many jacks
Now that it's whacked, takin' a dash
I'ma shoot fire, let me go for a ride
And it went to my heart
What that mean, lil' nigga, I'm dark
He said I'm a demon
Tell that lil' nigga that I'm powerful
Don't know how to pretend
I'm a man, all out of jazz
Don't know how to cash
Who is your man? Who is your man
Pull up in my jeans, cuz what are your pants
F*ck with me, nigga, it's finna be tragic
I got a machete, I feel it go violent
African diamond, he's got like it's magic
Oh, nigga, I'm cool with the clocks
All you niggas ain't shootin' at us
Finna hit you with a tool, makin' bucks
I'm finna make yours a tool, but it dies
You ain't seein' that tool, but it's size
You ain't thinkin' that it's you, but then it tries
I'ma run, run for the money
Run, run, shoot for the money
I'ma run, run, shoot for the money
I'ma run, run, shoot for the money
Cool with the clocks, all you niggas shootin' at us
White on white, like I'm cool with the clocks
Yeah, niggas ain't shootin' at us
Nigga, you ain't shootin' at us
White on white, like I'm cool with the clocks
Nigga, you ain't shootin' at us
Nigga, you ain't shootin' at us