Dinner Plate

[Intro]
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels

[Verse: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo, the razor blade under the tongue
Piru white Panamera, I was playin' some Pun
Test the yay' before you pay, rub the taste on your gums
And if it's straight, give me my cake and we done
BAPE socks and these Lagerfield gloves, yo, we choppin' keys
Cop and squeeze, he tried to walk me so I shot his knees
Yellow diamonds all on the Rollie sittin' on top of sleeve
Go see papi, then cop me twenty blocks and leave
Please, Allah, can you save me?
Down to a four and a baby
Nah, I'm just playin', MAC-11 sprayin', invasion (B'rrrrrrrrrrt!)
Thirty shell casings layin' on the pavement, Lord
They say the Devil wears Dolce
Hitler wear Hermès, scale for a trophy
Send a Kike to hammer and spray
Tell him, "Blam it away and hit whatever stand in the way"

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Yay'—we got yayo on the dinner plate (Yeah—haha)
Yay'—we got yayo on the dinner plate (Sniff! Ah, hah)
Yay'—we got yayo on the dinner plate (Know what it is, nigga)
Yay'—got yayo on the dinner plate (Haha—yeah!)

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Like I said, man, you bitch-niggas in trouble, man
Know what I mean?
You bitch-made niggas in trouble, man
I see through you fuck-niggas, man
Straight up, nigga, got drums for you niggas, man
Been hearing all the talkin', nigga
Straight up, nigga, we T-shirt niggas, man
We black-bag niggas, man
Hall & Nash, nigga, yeah
How you want it? When you want it, nigga?