[Chorus] This that smack your plate Make your fork levitate (woah) Grease pop Windows shake When that low end quake This that smack your plate Grandma sayin’ “Lord Behave” Whole block smell the marinade When that bassline bang [Verse 1] Pull up to the curb Hot box of gold Foil wrapped tight so the flavor don’t fold Cousin in the back yellin’ “Turn that up” Mac in my lap Yams in my cup Collard green steam on the dashboard drip Hot sauce stain where the napkins sit Neighbor on the porch start movin’ his chair Hear the car two streets from there [Chorus] This that smack your plate Make your fork levitate (hey!) Grease pop Windows shake When that low end quake This that smack your plate Grandma sayin’ “Lord Behave” Whole block smell the marinade When that bassline bang [Bridge] Hot pan sizzle when the night get thick Right hand dance while the left hand dip Auntie in the kitchen doin’ hips on ten Every time it drops She hit that spin (oh yeah) [Chorus] This that smack your plate Make your fork levitate Grease pop Windows shake When that low end quake This that smack your plate Grandma sayin’ “Lord Behave” Whole block smell the marinade When that bassline bang
