T-Shirt (Remix) lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
(Wake up)

[Chorus: Quavo]
(Ayy) Mama told me (ayy) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (ayy) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Takeoff]
(Take-Takeoff!)
Young n*gga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
n*ggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (grrah)

[Verse 1: Dedric]
Still that n*gga done that sh*t as a youngsta
I ain't that n*gga,just been jackin and sellin og
To my n*ggas in the north east
Looked strange to the shawties (thotty)
Now n*gga i'm among three hoes
Realize that cookin up dope be (makin!)
Makin n*ggas f*ckable
But see n*gga im untouchable
Buildin empire,that sh*t is f*ckin structural
They tryinna fire,they just growin up troubles
n*ggas open fire (bang),now they be invisible
n*ggas open that woo
Vertice be fag too
Motherf*ck that benzo,got that higga mad and dead
It jumped off the third road,then exploded and whatchu guess (explode)
Just bought brand new wheels,i pray for you,burn down,blessed
Im still alive,n*gga I ain't gettin f*cked up
Compton to NY to Atlanta,n*ggas together gonna shotcha (Compton!)
Thousand cartridges drop,intracranial (drop it)
Dedric's dope,untraceable

[Chorus: Quavo]
(Quavo!) Mama told me (ayy) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (ayy) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset!)
I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon' clone, sir
Stop all that flexin', young n*gga don't wanna go there
Never been a gopher (no), but I always been a soldier
Young n*ggas in the cut (wooh), posted like a vulture (wah)
Divin' off the stage (yeah) in the crowd, it's a mosh pit
Yeah, shawty bad, but she broke 'cause she don't own sh*t
Mama asked me (mama), "Son, when the trappin' gon' quit?" (mama)
I been ridin' 'round (wooh) through the city in my new b*tch ('krt)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Young n*gga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
n*ggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Dedric]
Mama told you
n*ggas in the motherf*ckin lambo,got commando
Mama told you (told ya,told ya,told ya)
Ric n*ggas on the heavy side ,these n*ggas on the deadly side

[Verse 3: Quavo]
1995 (19), 2005 (2000)
Seen it with my eyes (seen), dope still alive (dope)
Real mob ties (mob), real frog eyes (frog)
Real whole pies (woh), all-time high (high)
Do it for the culture (culture)
They gon' bite like vultures (vultures)
Way back when (woh) I was trappin' out Toyotas (skrrt skrrt)
I'ma hit the gas (gas), 12 can't pull me over (twelve)
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin' drank in sodas

[Outro: Quavo]
Mama told me (mama) not to sell work
Mama told you (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told you (mama)
Mama told you (mama)

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