Текст песни
(Spin the plate, spin the plate on this mixtape)
Diamonds flooded to the face
I just bought another eighth
Spin the motherfuckin' plate
Know I'm always getting paid
Put my money in the grave
So it's fuck what you say
Fuck up out my face before I crash out
Running through the mall with these pockets full of racks now
Clear the Sprayground out, fill it up with bands now
He keep speaking on the phantom, that's a man down
We 'gon spray him down
Got the blicky with me and I got a hundred rounds
Your bitch 'gon slide into the silence, we ain't making sounds
Lil Y2K baddie, I might bust her down
And ever since I been the phantom, it's been drip or drown
And I'm straight full of that rage 'cause I'm rolling all this-
I tried to find my way to your heart
But all you want is a foreign car
Smoking all this gas like I'm finna pass out
I think I feel myself crashing out
I'm crashing out
I'm crashing out
I'm crashing out
I'm crashing out over you, baby
Crashing out over you, baby
Shawty walking 'round the mansion with her ass out
I might take her 'round the gang, let her act out
We got cash, popping all them tags
Hella bougie with the Prada body bag
Bad bitches hit me up from my old school
But we ain't making no connections, Boost mobile
- yapping on that album with the old news
Okay, that's cool, just remember what I told you
Diamonds flooded to the face
I just bought another eighth
Spin the motherfuckin' plate
Know I'm always getting paid
Put my money in the grave
So it's fuck what you say
Fuck up out my face before I crash out
Running through the mall with these pockets full of racks now
Clear the Sprayground out, fill it up with bands now
He keep speaking on the phantom, that's a man down
(Phantom)
(Phantom)