Black Sleeve lyrics

[Intro: ZayBang]
Huh?

[Chorus: ZayBang]
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these b*tches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, b*tch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n*gga, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend (LegendMadeAnotherOne), you a goofball
Boy, I think I smell me a lick
n*ggas taxin' for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
And I just sent my b*tch to Houston with some P's in her sh*t
I could smell it down the street, they got some P's in that b*tch
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these b*tches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, b*tch, I do the Chromе or Supreme
You a broke n*gga, I can spеnd a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend, you a goofball

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
I'm a b*tch bagger, she can bring it all back to me
She like, "Why you keep missin' all my calls?" It's the lean
n*ggas nerd lookin' like Carlton to me
Gang and them lookin' like bosses when we feast
This a thirty-piece plain YachtMaster, no diamonds needed
b*tches pullin' up trap short and I'm the reason
I'm a dope fiend, you don't want no di*k from me, I be fiendin'
She pulled up and handed me a loaf 'cause I got seasoning
F&N on me for n*ggas out here fake schemin'
I was in the trenches late-night purgin' with demons
"How y'all keep puttin' all them drums on the chop? Y'all cheatin'"
I'm from the Stinc Team, we've been gettin' money all season
[Chorus: ZayBang]
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these b*tches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, b*tch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n*gga, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend
You a goofball, boy, I think I smell me a lick
n*ggas taxin' for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
And I just sent my b*tch to Houston with some P's in her sh*t
I could smell it down the street, they got some P's in that b*tch
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these b*tches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, b*tch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n*gga, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend

[Verse 2: ZayBang]
I'm a real n*gga, b*tch, I'm everything you n*ggas not
They don't like Zay, talk about they brother that I popped
Better ask about me, everywhere I go, I got this pop
And we be on sh*t, we don't need security with this chop
I like a boss b*tch 'cause we be always talkin' 'bout some pape'
Say you a real n*gga, but everything you be doin', it be fake
Boy, you a cheese ball, and you be probably talkin' to them jakes
You wearin' fake clothes and all them chains you wearin' probably fake
I don't make disses, I just let them sucker n*ggas talk down
The last time they said my name, I did a walkdown
pus*y, put this Jeezy in your mouth, go'n try to talk now
They tryna watch a n*gga page like what he doin' now?
[Chorus: ZayBang]
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these b*tches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, b*tch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n*gga, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend
You a goofball, boy, I think I smell me a lick
n*ggas taxin' for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
And I just sent my b*tch to Houston with some P's in her sh*t
I could smell it down the street, they got some P's in that b*tch
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these b*tches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, b*tch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n*gga, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend

[Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm a fiend when I'm drinkin' lean, kamikaze dreams
Suicidal doors, F&Ns, table bridal rings
I like shiny things
b*tch, you fly as me, I would like to see
Cold devil, I threw ice in heat, see an opp, I melt him
n*ggas mad, they like, "How you know?" b*tch, look at his clothes
That's the door, b*tch, you gotta go or I'd be kickin' through it
Hit the floor, it's money on the ground, I be gettin' to it
Jin jitsu, I had to 97 blitz him
Soft tissue what he get for thinkin' he Kimbo
'Round and 'round, shells had him dancin' like limbo
The Stinc Team killed my big bro, b*tch, that is not approving
You really sound stupid, you talkin' like you [?]
[Chorus: ZayBang]
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these b*tches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, b*tch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n*gga, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend
You a goofball, boy, I think I smell me a lick
n*ggas taxin' for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
And I just sent my b*tch to Houston with some P's in her sh*t
I could smell it down the street, they got some P's in that b*tch
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these b*tches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, b*tch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n*gga, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend