White T by Kosianch Lyrics

Cooking in my white T
She come over, think she my bestie
Rolling, baking with my homie
No there ain’t no female in our trap aerie

Stacking bitches in my cupboard
Sorry there’s no room for new hoes
Don’t be talking to me ‘cause I’m off-post
Wait one minute, got a call, my ex calls

Told my boy to be my Chase and I’ll do Travis
“White n Black”, I see she got it on her playlist
They say we need cash, we need commercing
No-no-no, there ain’t way back, we just commencing

Birds
They flew too far
It hurts
‘Cause we work too hard
Words
Wе got way too much
She flirts
‘Cause we livе like we play cards
Birds
They flew too far
It hurts
‘Cause we work too hard
Words
We got way too much
She flirts
‘Cause we live like we play cards

What we did – it ain’t intended
Pickin’ ‘em shards of hearts, we made it
What we lived through - you’re afraid of
Close to the wind like Martin Eden

But I‘m still cooking in my white T
Though it ain’t no mine now, it’s my besties
No we ain’t no doing drugs with my homie
Still a lot of trap and female in our trap aerie