PLASMA

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Yeah

Feel like the best in my city

That boy, he talking 'bout pity

I got a bif from a biddy

All of my Gs, yeah, they with me

God on my side, yeah, He with me

That boy, he talking like Mickey

I put the fire in the pitty

I push his fit like I'm fifty

I got it, rev up, no, no, no, no

I got the gold rims on a big, red Volvo

I'm feeling like bet, yeah, got a big belt polo

Yeah, and he wanna fight me, and I can't fall, no, no, yeah

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Know so

Wherever I go, so

I got a homie, he go, go

He got the stick with the GoPro

I don't got time for no photo

I demand that he got to go though

Like John Legend, I'm ready to go

Two seats in four-door

All my blessings, they come in a boatload

Oh yeah, who got the code?

Give him the cut with the bowl

Crossover, D Rose

Yeah, I feel like DeRozan

Don't know where I'm going

Shawty on me, I'm controlling

I got the drip with the potion

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Yeah

I put in the work

I got that lil' err

I got the lil' vert

I don't make him merk

I don't pop the Perk

I don't smoke the earth

I don't ride the hearse

Yung Lean, I make it hurt

I told my homie to put down the syrup

Stop all that flexin', that gun is a Nerf

Slide on that boy like I'm running on turf