Nash, Hall - Dinner Plate lyrics

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels

Ayo the razor blade under the tongue
Piru white Panamera, I was playin' some punk
Test the yay' before you pay
Rub the taste on your gums
And if it's straight
Give me my cake and we done

Cop and squeeze
He tried to walk me so I shot his knees
Yellow diamonds all on the Rolley
Sittin' on top of sleeve
Ghost who popped me
They caught me 20 blocks from Lee's
Please, Allah, can you save me?
Down till four and a baby nah, I'm just
Playin', MAC-11 sprayin', invasion
(B'rrrrrrrrrrt)
Thirty shell-casin's layin' on the pavement
Lord they say, the Devil wears Dolce
Hitler wear Hermès, scale for
A trophy send a Kike to hammer and spray
Tell him, "Blam it away and hit whatever
Stand in the way"

Yay' we got yayo on the dinner plate
(yeah haha)
Yay' we got yayo on the dinner plate
(Sniff! Ah, hah)
Yay' we got yayo on the dinner plate
(Know what it is, nigga)
Yay' got yayo on the dinner plate
(Haha yeah)

Like I said, man, you
Bitch-niggas in trouble
Man know what I mean? You
Bitch made niggas in
Trouble, man i see through you fuck-niggas
Man straight
Up, nigga got drums for you niggas
Man, been hearing all the talkin', nigga
Straight up, nigga, we T-shirt niggas
Man we black bag
Niggas, man hall & Nash, nigga yeah how
You want it? When you want it, nigga?