Hot Plate

Lyrics for Hot Plate

Concrete Two-way, Deuce, Siete Creature Gang Yeah, GxFR What's the verdict? What's the relation? The murderers in your sanction, this business, not personal Ain't no vertical limitation with Percival on the river He servin' 'em with inflation, work for the low Brodie got the chirps and them bitches takin' Shinin' and they flakin' like the diamonds in my bracelet Just ran off on my Turkish plug First time was the Jamaicans, third time was a charm Blew 30-thousand on my pendant, came from dry whippin' 'Dweller on my wrist, so, l know sky's the limit Five minutes to flush, kept a crush on that Fox Boogie 18, see Glock fully, givin' opps noogies Know I'm that nigga Pop Kane, I know a killer got saved Been on one since I shot Dave, then felt more pain than Rod Wave Could've been left, but, I stayed, all of the debts that I paid Got too much dirt on my hands, stuck on that yellow brick road On the run from the discos, big creature, he got six toes Then pulled so many kick doors, slipped off so many spot racks, yeah Took so many risks and got paid Cookin' up on the hot plate, know we turnt up the crime rate In that Maybach behind shades, we sticky as some Scotch tape You know this shit be John Blaze Stuck in my Lou' Vuitton ways, had on this fit for nine days Black Off-White, number five J's Everything we touch is high grade, know we turnt up the crime rate We the ones burnt up the highway (ay) Ay, real dope boy, every day another transaction (uh-huh) Started off goin' hand-to-hand, got a kilogram and I'm still taxin' Real action, out to pop, broke the rock down to little fragments Got all types of clientele on the cell from Elmont to Manhattan (uh-huh) Stretch the work, I'm Mr. Fantastic Before I had a fan, I had a ratchet (bah) Two-hundred yams wrapped in the plastic Finessin' your Amex Classic Had to switch my situation, now it's diamonds in the glasses (bling) Every snake in the grass dead, was sellin' H to a crackhead Now we gettin' rich, you bum-ass niggas washed up, on your last leg (you niggas washed) 15-hundred for the Ricks, took a lot of risks for the fast bread Got the Xans and the Roxycontin' pills, niggas call just to grab meds Make the work disappear I'm David Copperfield, the Glock is filled up with lead (bah) Grrt