PLASMA

Really? Really?
Oh really? Really?
Oh really? Yeah
Feel like best in my city
That boy he talking 'bout pity'
I got the bif from a biddy
All of my G’s, yeah, they with me
God on my side and he with me
That boy he talking like Mickey
I put the fire in the pity, huh
I push his fit like I’m 50, uh
I got a rev up, no, no, no, no (Yeah)
I got the gold rims on the big red Volvo (Yeah)
I feel bet got the big belt polo
He wanna fight me, that’s a big no, no, no, uh, yeah
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Uh), yeah
Know so
Wherever I go so
I gotta homie, he go go
He got the stick with the GoPro
I don’t got time for no photos
I demand the he gotta go though
Like John Legend, I’m ready to go
Two-seats to the foor-door
All my blessings they come with a boat load
Uh, yeah, who got the code? Uh
Leaving they cut with the bowl
Crossover, D. Rose, huh, yeah
I feel like DeRozan, yeah, huh
Don’t know where I’m goin'
Shawty on me, I’m controlling
I got the drip with the potion
Really? Really? (Yeah)
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Uh, yeah, I put in the work
I got that lil' errr, I got the lil' vert
I don’t make him merk, I don’t pop the Perc
I don’t smoke the herb, I don’t ride the hearse
Yung Lean, I make it hurt
I told my homie to put down the syrup
Stop all that flexing, that gun is Nerf
Slide on that boy like I’m running on turf (Hit it)