"Hot Plate" lyrics
Boldy James & Rome Streetz Lyrics
Concrete, Two-way, Deuce, Siete
Creature Gang, yeah, GXFY
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 churn
Blew thirty thousand on my Penta, came from dry whippin'
Dweller on my wrist, so I 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, never 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 Louis 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
Aye, real dope boy, every day another transaction
Started off goin' hand-in-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 sale from Elmont to Manhattan
Stretch the work, I'm Mr. Fantastic, before I had a fan, I had a ratchet
200 Yens wrapped in the plastic, finessin' your AmEx classic
Had to switch my situation, now it's diamonds in the glasses
Every snake in the grass dead, we sellin' AIDS to a crack head
Now we gettin' rich, you bum-ass niggas washed up on your last leg
Fifteen hundred for the Ricks, took a lot of risks for the fast bread
Got the Xans and the Roxxicon pills, nigga call just to grab med
Make the work disappear, I'm David Copperfield, the Glock is filled up with lead
Grrt
Creature Gang, yeah, GXFY
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 churn
Blew thirty thousand on my Penta, came from dry whippin'
Dweller on my wrist, so I 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, never 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 Louis 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
Aye, real dope boy, every day another transaction
Started off goin' hand-in-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 sale from Elmont to Manhattan
Stretch the work, I'm Mr. Fantastic, before I had a fan, I had a ratchet
200 Yens wrapped in the plastic, finessin' your AmEx classic
Had to switch my situation, now it's diamonds in the glasses
Every snake in the grass dead, we sellin' AIDS to a crack head
Now we gettin' rich, you bum-ass niggas washed up on your last leg
Fifteen hundred for the Ricks, took a lot of risks for the fast bread
Got the Xans and the Roxxicon pills, nigga call just to grab med
Make the work disappear, I'm David Copperfield, the Glock is filled up with lead
Grrt
