Got all This yay on this plate All this stress on my plate Swear that beemers Jake's, make sure you clock the plates These shoulders carry weight Can't trust niggas they snakes Put my gun to your face, I wanna seat at the table wit a plate Riding armed Ina golf, or dirty ina cabby Judge left me on the wing, wit 11 on my back like gabby Real gunner like santi, striker like gabby Jesus can't save you these bullets come like batteries My girl she wants a family But I gave this pack to sally She does it for her family Only the real ones will understand me Police can't stand me, try a cage me or ban me Statistics were static, now bootings rising drastic Sitting down, deeping, all the shit I done on road, Really out ere, juggin, out in the cold Mind so paro, now I can't trust a soul Prayer to my granddads soul Plz protect my soul Got all This yay on this plate All this stress on my plate Swear that beemers Jake's, make sure you clock the plates These shoulders carry weight Can't trust niggas they snakes Put my gun to your face, I wanna seat at the table wit a plate Scorpion squad are lurking, tryna pin me to a case ClearBags full of yay, the pots, go drop to L x K Jugg the day away, hop out,drill it x skeet away Get round wit the Duh, tell em put their blades away Had me Doing up wing, wit Rizz, pissed Swear down shit was a myth Slap dis in the spot, incase I hold a spin Smoking loud all day x night using soup packets for riz 9 months held captive, feeding me food dat looks like shit Shake her batty, baddie, now she gonna suck my soul While I'm driving sleeting, riding armed in this golf Up this pole, duh duh, let it blow See this phone, in O, I really make it snow Got all This yay on this plate All this stress on my plate Swear that beemers Jake's, make sure you clock the plates These shoulders carry weight Can't trust niggas they snakes Put my gun to your face, I wanna seat at the table wit a plate