Frayser Plate

(Chorus: Mad Maine)
Raise your plate, Over your chest, Make me put your grip to test, If you stepping wrong, I'm a gone put your head to rest

(Verse 1: Mad Maine)
Mad Maine, He can beat all niggas, Punk you'll get your ass erased, This is a murder case, One dose to your fucking face, You gave the chase, Now I gotta track you like a bounty hunter, Nowhere to run trick, I'm scoping out your baby's mama, Want some drama, Let my gun find out where you stash your ducets, Infrared to your head, See you scared, Just say "Buster", One more murder, One more nigga dead over petty stash, (Maine, Don't kill me please) Trey-Eight-Oh all in that ass, I should've told you that I'm not your average nigga bro, I'll let the trigger go, Cause I have nothing to live for, Suicidal thoughts, Got me stalking like I've been possessed, Raise your plate, Over your chest, Make me put your grip to test

(Chorus: Mad Maine)

(Verse 2: Mad Maine)
But see I'm bucking them down, Niggas still got Anna with me mane, (What's up?), Pass the Glock, So I can get about my hustle and make busters walk the stash spot, Call them cops, Fool, Let me see if they be creeping quick, Cause I swear before I go, I'm getting in some nigga's shit, Blood gone stick, In my veins, Stinging like a bumblebee, Man you should've known you was gone before you stepped to me, M-A-D, M-A-I-N-E, Will spray on the scene, But I'm at the crib with my yalk, Smoking on some weed, Kicking back, As I stack stacks, Of them dog bones, Niggas try to pay me, Time for close and leave you down John, To the floor, Now you know, Got my scope to your chest, Drop your gun, Cross your arms, Time to put your head to rest

(Chorus: Mad Maine)

(End Of The Song)