
Big Platts! Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
We on big sticks, we on big racks
I don't bench press, but I press packs
Stab them in the lungs like fuckin' anthrax.
These not Air Force Ones, these some big platts
And I got that nine with me, keep it all the time with me
And I got thy slimes with me, we've been getting bags
Seven at a time, but know I can move fast
I don't like the styrofoam, keep it in the flask
I'ma beat it up, and I throw know punch, that's for sure
All my bags got bags, and they gettin' fat, pockets swole
All my bags like, ayy, they been fillin' up I'm like, oh,
They like Munni, ayy, how you get so much? I don't know
Ain't no we ain't buildin' none, ayy, the weed ain't killin' none
Ayy, the P's ain't been enough, none of my haters bendin' none
Your shit weaker than some punch, switch the keys, I switched it up
Big ass heater, keep it tucked, you know we gon' beat it up
We on big sticks, we on big racks I don't bench press, but I press packs
Stab them in the lungs like fuckin' anthrax.
These not Air Force Ones, these some big platts
And I got that nine with me, keep it all the time with me
And I got thy slimes with me, we've been getting bags
Seven at a time, but know I can move fast I don't like the styrofoam, keep it in the flask
You can't change my mind, no, you ain't need to ask
If I get caught I'm doing time, but she rarely can't have it
Sold my fuckin' mind, sold these clothes off my back
I don't need no more designer, I can be my own brand
I don't need no more reminders, livin' in the past
Just to be lookin' at this time, yeah, I had to count fast
We don't do no lines, but that bitch is lyin' next
She said, SYS, I'm like, bitch, you'll never miss
Slim 43x, like a salad, we get dressed Like a parachute, we got straps, ayy
Don't pull up, I press, wait, don't shoot us in the chest
This might leave a mess, ayy
I don't ride no Guess, and we always stress, ayy
Yeah, I like to brag, I'm a brag, ayy
I don't ride no rags, but my rags clean
I'm an L.A.X., where is my Visine
I'm up in this bitch, like where my bags clean