T Shirt
Collin Mcloughlin Lyrics
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Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Young brother poppin' with a pocket full of cottage
Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it
Neck water faucet, mocking birds mocking
Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting
Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky
Lotta people copy, ain't nobody here can stop me
Bitches call me papi, yeah that's my hobby
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly
One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it
People get to droppin' when that draco get to poppin'
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli
No check, want all cash, brother I don't do deposits
Bitches cross the border, bitches from the tropics
I'ma get that bag, ain't no doubt about it
I'ma feed my family, ain't no way around it
I ain't never gon' let up, God said, show my talent
Boy with the anna, walkin' with the hammer
Talkin' country grammar, boy straight out north Atlanta
Young brother poppin' with a pocket full of cottage
Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it
People pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Nineteen ninety-five, two thousand five
Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive
Real mob ties, real frog eyes
Real whole pies, all time high
Do it for the culture, they gon' bite like vultures
Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas
I'ma hit the gas, twelve can't pull me over
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin', drankin' sodas
I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon' clone sir
Stop all that flexin', young boy don't wanna go there
Never been a gopher, always been a soldier
Young boys in the cut, they posted like a vulture
Divin' off the stage in the crowd, it's a mosh pit
Yeah, shawty bad but she broke, she don't own shit
Mama asked me "Son, when the trappin' gon' quit?"
I been ridin' round through the city in my new bitch
Young brother poppin' with a pocket full of cottage
Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it
People pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
The song "T Shirt" by Collin Mcloughlin is a rap about the rapper's life as a drug dealer surviving in the tough streets. The lyrics mostly talk about his success as a cottage dealer, which means he sells his product in small amounts directly to customers. The song starts with the rapper stating how his mother warned him to never sell drugs. The chorus mentions his typical selling price, which is $17,500, and the fact that he wears the same color T-shirt. This line may imply that he is not spending his money on expensive clothes, but instead, investing his money in growing his business.
The rapper then brags about his expensive lifestyle, from his wristwatch to fancy cars. He also throws in some affirmations about his unstoppable nature, God-given talent, and dedication to feeding his family. The song also references Atlanta and the rapper's past experiences, such as trappin' in Toyotas.
Overall, "T Shirt" is a story of a successful dealer flourishing in his illegal business despite the risks involved. It is a portrayal of the hustler lifestyle, where survival is the main goal, and one has to be ruthless to make it in the game.
Line by Line Meaning
Mama told me not to sell work
My mother warned me about selling drugs
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
I sell drugs for $17,500 and always wear the same t-shirt
Young brother poppin' with a pocket full of cottage
I, a young man, have a lot of money (cottage) in my pocket
Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin
I have a gun aimed at someone's head
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it
I bought an Audi and had to customize it by chopping off the roof
People pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket
People are watching my money, so I must always carry a gun (rocket)
Neck water faucet, mocking birds mocking
I have a lot of expensive jewelry and people are copying me
Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting
I am being productive, buying and selling drugs, while others are just fooling around
Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky
I have expensive watches on both wrists
Lotta people copy, ain't nobody here can stop me
Many people copy my style, but no one can stop me from being successful
Bitches call me papi, yeah that's my hobby
Women call me daddy and that's my favorite thing
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly
I am using drugs and carrying a gun from O'Reilly auto parts in my pocket
One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it
I have one bullet in the gun, so I don't need to prepare it
People get to droppin' when that draco get to poppin'
People get scared and start running when I start shooting my gun
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli
I only want money and to smoke weed
No check, want all cash, brother I don't do deposits
I want all my money in cash and I don't trust banks
Bitches cross the border, bitches from the tropics
Women from different countries and regions are interested in me
I'ma get that bag, ain't no doubt about it
I am determined to make a lot of money
I'ma feed my family, ain't no way around it
I need to make money to take care of my family
I ain't never gon' let up, God said, show my talent
I will never stop trying to succeed because God wants me to use my talents
Boy with the anna, walkin' with the hammer
I am carrying a gun while walking
Talkin' country grammar, boy straight out north Atlanta
I speak with a southern accent and come from North Atlanta
Nineteen ninety-five, two thousand five
I have been selling drugs for over 20 years
Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive
I have witnessed the continued existence of drugs
Real mob ties, real frog eyes
I have connections to the mob and can see through lies
Real whole pies, all time high
I sell a lot of drugs and make a lot of money
Do it for the culture, they gon' bite like vultures
I am doing this for the culture, but others will copy me
Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas
I used to sell drugs out of Toyota cars
I'ma hit the gas, twelve can't pull me over
I will drive away fast if the police try to pull me over
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin', drankin' sodas
I have a fancy car and am drinking soda while rapping
I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon' clone sir
I get high on my own supply and I heard you want to copy me
Stop all that flexin', young boy don't wanna go there
Stop showing off, it's not worth it
Never been a gopher, always been a soldier
I am not a follower, but a leader
Young boys in the cut, they posted like a vulture
My friends are waiting and watching like vultures
Divin' off the stage in the crowd, it's a mosh pit
I am diving into the crowd during a concert, and it's chaotic
Yeah, shawty bad but she broke, she don't own shit
The woman I'm interested in is attractive but poor
Mama asked me "Son, when the trappin' gon' quit?"
My mother is concerned and wants to know when I will stop selling drugs
I been ridin' round through the city in my new bitch
I have been driving around the city in my new car with a new woman by my side
Writer(s): Brandon Rackley, Cory Way, Broderick Smith, Kiari Cephus, James Bernard Rosser, Trevon Campbell, Quavious Marshall, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Carlos Walker, Richard Sims
Contributed by Caleb I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.