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[Intro]
Aye, this or plat (x4)
Yeah, know what I'm saying we having fun man know what i'm saying 97 man
Yeah

[Verse]
Yeah I'm the type of n*gga to dab to this beat
Said you wanna meet see me on the track cause I run 5 laps
At Memorial or Ratliff I spit on any riff
Giving n*ggas fatalities is muthaf*ckin' gift
Got damn P told me stop going in the old ass rap beats
Kanye's clothing is a got damn hypebeast
Grab some scissors and go cut up my white tees
Might wear a wife-beater
Beat these n*ggas up like Ray Rice he a wife beater
Hey Plat how ya doing man dude it's nice to meet ya
I can show you how I treat her
We can chill and Netflix and show you just how I eat her
Then I curve her like pitcher
You got on Instagram started liking b*tches pictures
You a bench warmer I got the hoe watching from the bleacher
Got damn from the bleachers?
Yes n*gga from the bleachers!
I got f*cked up and pour the whole lean into a f*ckin' liter
Yeah n*ggas know I'm the f*ckin' leader
Yeah pine cone head ass n*gga lookin' like slim Jesus
Mix god Platzus van god Platzus
Man I'm so cold at this muthaf*ckin' me madden
I heard all these mad men just always be mad man
I'm so hefty with it you other kids is glad man
She ain't wanna text when I didn't have that bread man
I piped up on her now she wanna n*gga back
You blew it shawty man on to the next jack
I need a Cali b*tch with that f*ckin' weed sack
See me in person these b*tches like hold up
Razor to his neck and I ain't talking Motorolas
These cats some hoes man I keep 10 toes
So independent with a f*ckin' semicolon yeah
They can't hold me dunkin on these n*ggas with a assist from Ginobli
I wanna be global and not be locally (yeah they know me lets get it!)
My city like a crab in a bucket
I'm lucky enough walk out my house and be quickly noticed
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