They getting deals with thier weak buzz
Peter parker flow, no glasses
Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
I loved peter pan when i was growing up
And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,
Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit
Still the man with the pan
Big shit popping, i'm the man
But it's clouds over here
Ghost in the hook so real
Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang
Im lightning in a skillet your a fuckin flash in a pan
That was six years ago, whips come from japan
Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan
Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood
She's still gambling, got on hook
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