"Carolina Plates" lyrics

Out of state
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I'm out of state, just touched down with Carolina plates
Boy, you 'bout to OD, you just one Perc' away
Best believe when I'm rich, I'ma throw it in they face
Best believe this your bitch, I'm gon' hit her anyway
Best believe that it's two clips hanging off the K
One clip hold sixty, it be curling like a J
We gon' get auntie social, I don't fuck with no J's
I been all in Saks Fifth, I don't know 'bout no J's
My nigga still snatch whites, he ain't changed out his ways
Joski just came home, he'll body slam dank
Call the judge Kurt Angle, shit, he locked my nigga ankle
Ski mask had to drop, I ain't robbin' no bank
Too many straps in the car, boy, you better have a tank
Ain't making love to no bitch, fuck I look like, Tank?
Boy, that shit loose as hell, they was playin' with your drank
Right hand, you gon' die if you play with my drank
Way I'm ballin' so hard, I could've played for the Pistons
But I'm doing fraud, hoping I don't get convicted
I got a real problem, got a fetish for this chicken
I got a real problem, got a fetish for these bitches
We can head out if your L's ain't suspended
I'ma call her back 'cause her head was tremendous
One-thirty on the lodge, it got her coochie all drippin'
It better be some drank if I'm comin' here to visit