Dark Lo and V Don - White Plate (feat. Benny The Butcher & Duffle Bag Hottie)

No squares in my circle, whole gang tight
I'm ridin' with that hammer on me late night
Whole brick of fentanyl, my whole plate white
Shoot it out with the opps on the late night
No squares in my circle, whole gang tight
I'm ridin' with that hammer on me late night
Whole brick of fentanyl, my whole plate white
Shoot it out with the opps on the late night
No squares in my circle, whole gang tight
I'm ridin' with that hammer on me late night
Whole brick of fentanyl, my whole plate white
Shoot it out with the opps on the late night

Cat in the rosary, I sat in the coach's seat
Playin' cautious, movin' like I'm back on post-release
When you gettin' money, look, that's how you supposed to be
Remy got me seein' double with straps on both of me
I get familiar with these niggas, me, I kept it business
That way, we could never say money affected friendship
What I'm payin' on bills, you flexin' with it
I understand, cause y'all broke, with less expenses
I just paid my mom rent, paid my bitch rent
And I can feel that money comin', like a sixth sense
Nigga, that paper get spent, that's how it get rinsed
And can't no worker ever tell you how to get rich
I got them niggas with me, and they all be strapped
And I know, it's ten of y'all on one rusty Mac
I passed it to him, he let it off, then he swungin' back
This the type of run that's gon' make all my exes want me back

No squares in my circle, whole gang tight
I'm ridin' with that hammer on me late night
Whole brick of fentanyl, my whole plate white
Shoot it out with the opps on the late night
No squares in my circle, whole gang tight
I'm ridin' with that hammer on me late night
Whole brick of fentanyl, my whole plate white
Shoot it out with the opps on the late night

This for the kids who ain't eat yet
My mom worked a double shift, she ain't sleep yet
We funded the P-jects, known as the rejects
Hit his feet neck, a hundred shots with an E-check
Now he slap, night for the C-sec
It come in deep texts, askin' questions, fuck him, who next?
I'm in the BX with my Spanish bro
She sucked my dick and her hands was off
I'm hands-on for my dawgs
Hand and handin', now it's lions on a belt with scarves
No strings in my shoes, you unstrapped, slide em' off
No strings attached, you see a opp, you better fire y'all
I seen my man's statements and they tore my heart
My OG still wreckin', he like 57
Rob a bank, I'm in and out in less than 60 seconds
Play West Philly, gun tucked on 52nd
What you makin', niggas?
Handshakes, they call me brethren

No squares in my circle, whole gang tight
I'm ridin' with that hammer on me late night
Whole brick of fentanyl, my whole plate white
Shoot it out with the opps on the late night
No squares in my circle, whole gang tight
I'm ridin' with that hammer on me late night
Whole brick of fentanyl, my whole plate white
Shoot it out with the opps on the late night

Written by:
Charles Salley, Tivon Key

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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