PLATTA lyrics

[Intro]
(MercyBeatz, n*gga)
(Sayy Kyrian, this b*tch slidin')
Sleep with a chopper, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I clear your street with this chopper, I eat with a chopper (I eat with a chopper)
Get loaded, f*ck around and go to sleep with a chopper (Go to sleep with a chopper)
Thought I told them pus*y b*tches that I don't beef with the bottom (That I don't beef with the bottom)
If they don't let him free in time, gon' put that b*tch on his mama (Gon' put that b*tch on his mama)
We make sh*t bleed, I put that sh*t on Kianna (I put that on Kianna)
Shots got to rangin', for bro, poured up the Fanta
Double back in they section and put sh*t on they channel (Put sh*t on they—)
They want smoke, we gon' clap 'em (Blatt, blatt), throw the G-Lock or the dagger

[Verse]
Post on that block with them smackers, don't just think I'm a rapper
He was just hangin' 'round a n*gga, lil one knew we get active (Knew we get active)
Ain't use his head, he was already dead, we just whacked 'em (Mm)
Put him to bed, make them b*tches bow down to the pastor (Bow down to the pastor)
Kick that door, slang that ladder, left on the floor, n*gga flapped him
Get in my my feelings thinkin' 'bout Bleeda, was smokin' Joe 'fore I traveled (Smokin' Joe 'fore I traveled)
Make it out of that fire, gon' put that b*tch on you after (b*tch on you after)
I got stripes like a tiger and swing that stick like a batter (yeah)
Yeah, gamble with his life, a n*gga f*cked 'round in whacked 'em (Whacked 'em)
I hop up early in the morning and go get me a platter (A platter)
I can show you my stats, what you wan' see the data?
Bro, the mercury flat, so we gon' bend out the map (Gon' bend out the map)
[Chorus]
I clear your street with this chopper, I eat with a chopper (I eat with a chopper)
Get loaded, f*ck around and go to sleep with a chopper (Go to sleep with a chopper)
Thought I told them pus*y b*tches that I don't beef with the bottom (That I don't beef with the bottom)
If they don't let him free in time, gon' put that b*tch on his mama (Gon' put that b*tch on his mama)
We make sh*t bleed, I put that sh*t on Kianna (I put that on Kianna)
Shots got to rangin', for bro, poured up the Fanta
Double back in they section and put sh*t on they channel (Put sh*t on they channel)
They want smoke, we gon' clap 'em, throw the G-Lock or the dagger (Throw the G-Lock or the dagger)