Dealer Plates

[Verse 1: All Hail Y.T.]
Yeah
Look, uh
Watching the globe spin on my fingertip, this is it
Upgraded Desert Eagles, I equipped 'em with a switch
Rocking diamond Cartis, Detroit cousin put me on
Like my Texas family, ridin' big swingers dipped in chrome
Brought a load to Delaware, Ps ran me for a bill
Sold em out for thirteen, then we diversified the pills
What a thrill, Jesus hopped out, I grabbed the wheel
Blunt between my lips, pole in hand, tryna hold it still
I'm the Hemi rider, thick bitch exciter, Mo' sipper
Toss a gold digger, dig in her purse, I'm a cold nigga (Brr)
With four figures as a juvenile, stickin' shit
Had me moving foul, lustin' Swiss movements on the dial
Had my first handheld scale before the age of twelve
You was playing Pee Wee, I was out making sales, nigga
Ran the streets from 4-1 to the L
Pack landed, time to notify my clientele

[Chorus: All Hail Y.T.]
I'm 112 on the scale times four
DJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four
DJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four
Pack it up, sell it tr-tr-triple price
I'm 28 times 36 Os
DJ scratches
Had my first handheld scale before the age of twelve

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Demon child from the pits of the gravel (Blocks)
Streamin' like the Nile river with them blicks when I travel (Hell Block)
Caught up in the Devil's lasso, shit is a hassle (Where we at with it?)
Ain't no beating around the bush, he a snitch if he tattle (Br-r-r)
Left 'em stiff as a statue, man these niggas is fragile (Let's get it)
When you really in the field, it ain't no fences to straddle (At all)
Niggas playing both sides of the middle (Haha)
While I'm somewhere ducked off the coastline (Ay)
Pulled it off in no time (Ay)
Came up off the slow grind (Uh-huh)
Now 4th and long, I'ma go for it - even if I'm on my own goal line
Bricks dingy white like a t-shirt on a clothesline
Tripped over a town, fucked around and found a goldmine
2-2-7 Concreatures, assemble like Voltron (Ay)
Youngin' got a stainless bussdown, I got the gold kind
Touched down with a gift and the whole nine
Just to put new bodies on my gun (Grr-r-rt), never dwellin' on them old times

[Chorus: All Hail Y.T.]
I'm 112 on the scale times four
DJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four
DJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four
Pack it up, sell it tr-triple price
I'm 28 times 36 Os
I'ma-I'ma-I'ma go for it

[Outro: DJ Scratches]