Boldy James, All Hail Y.T. - Dealer Plates lyrics

[Boldy James, All Hail Y.T. - Dealer Plates lyrics]

Yeah look, uh
Watching the globe spin on my fingertip
This is it upgraded Desert Eagles
I equipped 'em with a switch
Rocking diamond Cartis
Detroit cousin put me on
Like my Texas family
Ridin' big swingers dipped in chrome
Bought a load in Delaware
Ps ran me for a bill
Sold em out for thirteen
Then we diversified the pills
What a thrill, Jesus hopped out
I grabbed the wheel
Blunt between my lips, pole in hand
Tryna hold it still
I'm the Hemi rider, thick bitch exciter
Mo' sipper
Toss a gold digger, dig in her purse
I'm a cold nigga (Brr)
With four figures as a juvenile
Stickin' shit had me moving foul
Lustin' Swiss movements on the dial
Had my first handheld scale before
The age of twelve you was playing Pee Wee, I
Was out making sales, nigga
Ran the streets from 4-1 to the L
Pack landed, time to notify my clientele

I'm 112 on the scale times four dJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four dJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four
Pack it up, sell it tr-tr-triple price
I'm 28 times 36 Os dJ scratches
Had my first handheld scale before
The age of twelve

Demon child from the pit's of the gravel
(Blocks) streamin' like the Nile river with
Them blicks when I travel (Hell Block)
Caught up in the Devil's lasso
Shit is a hassle (Where we at with it?)
Ain't no beating around the bush
He a snitch if he tattle (Br-r-r)
Left 'em stiff as a statue
Man these niggas is fragile (Let's get it)
When you really in the field
It ain't no fences to straddle (At all)
Niggas playing both sides of the middle
(Haha)
While I'm somewhere ducked off the coastline
(Ay) pulled it off in no time (Ay)
Came up off the slow grind (Uh, huh)
Now 4th and long, i'ma go for it - even if
I'm on my own goal line
Bricks dingy white like a
T-shirt on a clothesline
Tripped over a town
Fucked around and found a goldmine
2-2-7 Concreatures, assemble like Voltron
(Ay) youngin' got a stainless bussdown
I got the gold kind
Touched down with a gift and the whole nine
Just to put new bodies on my gun
(Grr-r-rt)
Never dwellin' on them old things

I'm 112 on the scale times four dJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four dJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four
Pack it up, sell it tr-triple price
I'm 28 times 36 Os i'ma-I'ma-I'ma go for it

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