fix me a plate
Singer:half-a-mil
i told her fix me a plate
i got police on my bumper
baby momma issues and the streets tryna kill you
if you see superman he gun look like me
you ain't have this feeling since nate dogg at least
you really thought you was guna see us lose?
look at the wood cartier frames
let's smoke a wood in the shade
drop her off on the blade
my orange juice cost eight
my jays from eighty eight
you ain't have this feeling since shred ninety seven one button on the coupe roof flying away
i had to make a me a plate
never take it serious if she got itch to fame
hit-boy go against the grain
it's just more appealin' when i'm on the beat
you ain't have the feeling since dope boy at least
swanging through the lot all gold on the creak
i'm bringing surf club back with chili chill get free
making plays in the huddle
i'm on a peso spree like the cartel
telly bounce sippin martel
hot-boxing with a thing slappin rkells
i tell her play this shit in the jeep
you listening to my life when you listen to me
hustling all day had to dip in these streets told em baby heat up the stove three fifty degrees cause
i told her fix me a plate
i got police on my bumper
baby momma issues and the streets tryna kill you
you really thought yous was going to see us lose