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