Conway - Dinner Plate lyrics

[Intro] Griselda, by Fashion Rebels [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway] Aye yo The razor blade under the tongue Piru white Panamera, I was playin' some punk Test the yay before you pay, rub a taste on your gums And if it's straight give me my cake and we done [?] like it fills gloves yo, we choppin' keys, cop and squeeze He tried to walk me so I shot his knees Yellow diamonds all on the Rolley sittin' on top of sleeves Popped me, they caught me 20 blocks from Lee's Please Allah can you save me? Down 'til four and a baby Nah I'm just playin', MAC 11 sprayin', invasion Thirty shell casings layin' on the pavement, Lord They save the Devil wears Dolce Hitler wears Armes sk** for a trophy Send a Kike to hammer and spray Tell him blam it away and hit whatever stand in the way [Hook] Yay, we got yayo on the dinner plate [x4] [Outro: Conway] Like I said man, you b**h n***as in trouble man. Know what I mean? You b**h made n***as in trouble man. I see through you f** n***as man. Straight up n***a. Got drums for you n***as man, been hearing all the talkin' n***a. Straight up n***a, we t-shirt n***as man. We black bag n***as man. Hall and Nash n***a. Yeah. How you want it? When you want it n***a?