DINNA PLATE Lyrics

(Walk it out)

(Talk it out)

Yeah

(Fuck it out)

I hit my head when I was off that lean I had to walk it out

Got goofy bitches steady asking me what my songs about

If you don't like the smell of weed don't come 'round me it's fucking loud

Think it's country niggas in them Trackhawks way they hunt you down

(Huh)

Put you on a dinner plate

Telling me she can't come over tonight I got a bitter face

Amiri jeans baggier than a bitch but this a slimmer waist

I got some red Givenchy sheets they match the pillow case

Big bro finna shoot it for nothing

Big AK nigga we Russian

I got a AK nigga he doesn't

I was a real man nigga he wasn't

Nigga I talk my shit

Nineteen with a watch like this

Bet you ain't seen no Bentley in stock like this

Yeah nigga I bought that shit

Bet you ain't seen no nigga off the top like this

I sip on the Wock' no Tris

Gaze at my neck she ain't never seen a rock like this

I'm finna go shop at fifths

Audemar wrist yeah I cop it legit

She wanna stay over I'm watching the bitch

Boujee as fuck yeah we stay at the Ritz

Talking like this I'm back on shit

Fuck it

Bitch imma ball Nuggets

Big .45 tuck it

Ain't no lean around here cause I drunk it

Stay at the rim then nigga I dunk it

Driving a big boat drunk and I sunk it

3am making hell of a ruckus

Big FN nigga I sung it

I want a freak bitch nigga I sung it

I been sipping soda cause I sung it

Rocking YSL cause I sung it

I been directing niggas like a compass

Perkys, lean, and adderall

Jump off the porch like cannonball

Five foot six I'm standing tall

Yeah Fuck the world I hate you all

FN blow his facial off

I like yo' shirt but take it off

Like Melo I get paid to ball

I'm the realest nigga that I know no I ain't fake at all

I just drank a pint and told my Momma I don't drank at all

I don't got no weed I told my nigga I done faced it all

Got the drac' we can face it off

Fuck them boys they playing soft

I'm working tough it's paying off

Break her and then break her off

I think she wanna fuck again

Now I can't fucking wait 'till off

Leave the pussy take the jaw

Hit again

In an AMG yeah this a different Benz

Fifty Bands

Gave her twenty just to make them titties dance

Pretty boy

I just bought Amiris these is pretty pants

Audemar cost fifty grand

Spin through like the ceiling fan

Nigga upped it on my bro and lost he might not up again

You could stay exactly where you at I'm tryna fuck yo' friend

Bullets in this brand new FNN it's finna

(FUCK)

Somebody hit my phone DG I fucked up again