Frank White lyrics

Whole sales yo boy held’em
Meet me at the plaza hotel you won’t welcome
You’re right homey I’m the one
Dressed in all black, white on me like a nun
Doors viper here the room
Falls me spitting I’m nicer with a gun
Offer the lamb drive in the big truck in
I go so ham the pigs love it
Don’t get comfy white sh*t what the wig flog it
Your kid got it your white with the smuffs off it
It was all good just a week ago
Had Opened a lot of doors just a key ago
Break a day now like yeah I need to go

It’s my turn, it’s my turn

Uh, bright as hell but spit dark nights
Then you back with this shot right
All this talk about king of New York
Get you clapped then hop right on March ninth
1 AM at the stop light
At Fairfax and hit the Nets cap
Put the driver on so to stand rack
You’ll be wearing that
f*ck who they could pin I ain’t hearing that
I’m in the booth mask on cause they scared of that
I’ll be the truth back and forth ball passing
Step back and shoot not in shoot where I’m airing that
Hood rich or to pin it down on the floor sh*t
In the M bout the flow sh*t
New deal come around
1.2 mill on the ground watch the fall flip
They only got a wing cause we forfeit
Still I hold my city up without a fork lift
n*ggers used to big me up but now it’s awkward
Cause the b*tches that they f*ck I done oft it
Don’t worry bout it kid we get the neck sh*t
It’s bout to be that we the west sh*t
Couple check VLT the rebel vet sh*t
Know to snap up like warm up suits