Lyrics for T-Shirt

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

Young n***a poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
N***as pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (glaw)

Neck water faucet (water), mocking birds mocking (woo)
Act pint, stocking (act), nats keep thotting (nats)
Wrist on hockey (hockey), wrist on rocky (Rocky)
Lotta n***as copy, name someone can stop me (no one)
B***hes call me papi, (b***h!), 'sace that's my hobby ('sace)
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly
One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to c**k it
N***as get to droppin' when that Draco get to poppin'
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli (Cookie)
No check, want all cash, n***a I don't do deposits
B***hes cross the border, n***a, b***hes from the tropics
I'mma get that bag n***a, ain't no doubt about it (yup)
I'mma feed my family n***a, ain't no way around it (family)
Ain't gon' never let up n***a, God said show my talent (show it)
Young n***a with the anna, walkin' with the hammer
Talkin' country grammar n***a
Straight out north Atlanta (north side)

Young n***a poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
N***as pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ay)

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

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

1995 (nineties) 2005 (two-thousands)
Seen it with my eyes (seen it), dope still alive (dope)
Real mob ties (mob), real frog eyes (frog)
Real whole pies (woah), all time high (high)
Do it for the culture (culture)
They gon' bite like vultures (vulture)
Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas (skrr skrr)
I'mma hit the gas (gas), 12 can't pull me over (12)
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin', drankin' sodas

I get high on my own sir, heard you gon' clone sir
Stop all that flexin', young n***a don't wanna go there
Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier
Young n***as in the cut, posted like a vulture
Divin' off the stage in the crowd it's a mosh pit
Yeah shawty bad but she broke 'cause she don't own s**t
Mama asked me "son, when the trappin' gon' quit?"
I been ridin' 'round through the city in my new b***h

Young n***a poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
N***as pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ay)

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

Mama told you, mama told you

Written by:

BRANDON RACKLEY, JAMES BERNARD JR ROSSER, KIRSNICK BALL, TREVON CAMPBELL, KIARI CEPHUS, QUAVIOUS KEYATE MARSHALL

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.





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