DINNA PLATE Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
(Walk it out)
(Talk it out)
Yeah
(Fuck it out)
I hit my head when I was off that lean I had to walk it out
Got goofy bitches steady asking me what my songs about
If you don't like the smell of weed don't come 'round me it's fucking loud
Think it's country niggas in them Trackhawks way they hunt you down
(Huh)
Put you on a dinner plate
Telling me she can't come over tonight I got a bitter face
Amiri jeans baggier than a bitch but this a slimmer waist
I got some red Givenchy sheets they match the pillow case
Big bro finna shoot it for nothing
Big AK nigga we Russian
I got a AK nigga he doesn't
I was a real man nigga he wasn't
Nigga I talk my shit
Nineteen with a watch like this
Bet you ain't seen no Bentley in stock like this
Yeah nigga I bought that shit
Bet you ain't seen no nigga off the top like this
I sip on the Wock' no Tris
Gaze at my neck she ain't never seen a rock like this
I'm finna go shop at fifths
Audemar wrist yeah I cop it legit
She wanna stay over I'm watching the bitch
Boujee as fuck yeah we stay at the Ritz
Talking like this I'm back on shit
Fuck it
Bitch imma ball Nuggets
Big .45 tuck it
Ain't no lean around here cause I drunk it
Stay at the rim then nigga I dunk it
Driving a big boat drunk and I sunk it
3am making hell of a ruckus
Big FN nigga I sung it
I want a freak bitch nigga I sung it
I been sipping soda cause I sung it
Rocking YSL cause I sung it
I been directing niggas like a compass
Perkys, lean, and adderall
Jump off the porch like cannonball
Five foot six I'm standing tall
Yeah Fuck the world I hate you all
FN blow his facial off
I like yo' shirt but take it off
Like Melo I get paid to ball
I'm the realest nigga that I know no I ain't fake at all
I just drank a pint and told my Momma I don't drank at all
I don't got no weed I told my nigga I done faced it all
Got the drac' we can face it off
Fuck them boys they playing soft
I'm working tough it's paying off
Break her and then break her off
I think she wanna fuck again
Now I can't fucking wait 'till off
Leave the pussy take the jaw
Hit again
In an AMG yeah this a different Benz
Fifty Bands
Gave her twenty just to make them titties dance
Pretty boy
I just bought Amiris these is pretty pants
Audemar cost fifty grand
Spin through like the ceiling fan
Nigga upped it on my bro and lost he might not up again
You could stay exactly where you at I'm tryna fuck yo' friend
Bullets in this brand new FNN it's finna
(FUCK)
Somebody hit my phone DG I fucked up again