Plat-A-Puss Lyrics

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, whoa, whoa, yeah, whoa

Third world, third, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I might pop me a bitch like a bottle

Fuck with basic ass hoes, that bitch is a model

Wrap the Glock like I do with a condom

Know a nigga ain't stupid cause I solve the problem

Just like a teacher, give him the word, of the street

He thinking that I was the preacher

Yo, bitch, she a eater

I don't like niggas at all

I swear I don't feel your demeanor

But i'm finna set this bitch off like Queen Latifah

Bitches, they really be evil

I'm trying to buy the whole mall, be fly like an eagle

He ratted out all his people

I step in Louis Vuitton

Gon' step on a nigga, leave blood on my brand new sneakers

Ain't talking candy, but these niggas really be scary

He look like the type that'll sneak 'em

I say, JBee, go get the blick out the trunk

Gon' leave his ass stank like a gump

I know a nigga with hands don't need no fye cause

I know that he down to bump

Im the type nigga that run up and check on their ass

He know that i don't , don't give a fuck

I got about 30 i'm toating right now

If a nigga do play, then he bound to get slumped

And that's on bro

I can't trust no hoe

No, I can't save no hoe

He think I'm dumb

Feel like Kortnei, but long live him

Still run up the score

And these niggas crazy

If they thinking robbing a nigga

I'm taking em down for sure

I said, pick up the glock, light 'em up, like the fourth

And I swear that he gon' get smoked gang, aye uh

Shi really gon' get scary

Look in my eyes, can tell that I'm crazy

I look in the mirror, and I see Bloody Mary

He think I'm crazy

In general, you know he pussy

I plat a puss just like Perry

I walk ' em down with a stick

I ain't worried about shit

Better kno that these bullets hail mary

That's on Gang

No, he can't be saved

Better know that this shit ain't fairy

He see the blick on the side of my hip and

He wondering, what the fuck that nigga carry

She look crazy

Little bitch from the South

You play with her mind

She just like carrie

I walk around with a blue flag

Wrapped on a Glock

Boy, you knowing this bitch, Blue Berry wait

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Third world

Woah, woah, yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's go

I walked out while I'm stuck underneath

I walked out while I'm stuck underneath

I'm only sunburned today

Hey, hey

I'm only sunburned today

We're gone

We're gone

It's time to go

We're gone

We're gone

We're gone

We're gone

It's time to go

I want our dwarves to come with me

I want our dwarves to come with me

I know I'm not hard to please

I'm only someone to love

We're gone