Plastic Lyrics – Lil Yachty
Reuel, stop playin’ with these niggas
It’s us
Damn, damn
Damn
It’s us
Me and Vezzo don’t do double cups, yeah, we truly stackin’ it
Lucky I came in with my ***, them hoes, I would’ve cracked ’em
Last *** speak on my name (What?), a random person jacked ’em (Yeah)
If I die, I’ll be on CNN like Michael Jackson
Not ’cause I died, but who I brought with me
Don’t let my *** drink it all, in case I need a kidney
Double R parked right outside, like a raisin in the sun
Sheriff pulled me over, skeptical, ’cause all my legal guns
I’m backwards, I got rich off of music and got illegal funds
Why this ***, she ain’t let me ***? Still kept all the ones (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
And I ain’t no sucker
House by the lake with the views opposite from Tucker
This *** ***, goin’ out bad just like no other
My shooter ain’t got no sense, he stole from his mother
How you know I *** your ***? You still call me brother
You niggas, niggas different
Why I’m so specific?
Backyard look pacific
Heavy on my pivot
Hit the frog sweat, now my cup look like a midget
Geeked up off the medics
Said it, then I meant it
Cops ask me questions, I’m Cobain, I ain’t in it
The way that Vezzo drive his Wraith, could tell he ain’t rent it
We gon’ hit them boys
Hunnid hangin’ out the chop look like a mixin’ board (Like I’m mixin’)
All my opps be broke as ***, they need to fix them boys
Knock the power out that F&N, I need to switch the cord (I need to switch the cord)
***, I love to switch my fashion
Lick the Patek, I got sixty glasses in my kitchen cabinet (That Hi-Tech)
I just bought another Rollie up at Golden Sun (Gold)
Poured a four in a one-liter, that’s a forty-one
We just upped the score again, them niggas oh-and-one (Them niggas losers)
Look like Cuddy marchin’ for a band, the way he blow that drum
Mix the Louis with the Fendi, I be mix matchin’ (Yeah)
The clip look longer than the Glock, they think the stick backwards
I dropped thirty at probation, I just *** Acti’s (No cap)
Used to trap right on a horn, now I got six mansions
Shoot the Chrome Heart off his hoodie, that’s how he drip fashion (Leave em leakin’)
This *** ask me was I broke, oh, that’s a trick question (Stupid ***)
Put the Karo with the water, ***, I mix classics
Gen5 Glock 19, thirty clip saggin’
Amiri joggin’ fit, dumb ***, I hit licks in fashion
Last *** I popped up, I had on Big ***
Oversized Virgil Abloh hoodie, this a big jacket
Damn near three racks for the varsity with the big patches
Jumped out with thirty clip, hawked him down, he kept zig-zaggin’
Ran up on him, when he hit the ground, pushed his *** backwards
Real lean plug ***, I could still get Acky
Rubber band AP on thirty racks, if a *** askin’
If you ever see me run from a ***, I shot the stick backwards
Made dog ***, I’m spittin’ fire out my mouth, call me a big dragon
Oh, we was talkin’ bout white buffs? Lou got six glasses
Plug got five seals, eight quarter pints, and six glasses
*** tried to leave me, shot her car up and broke the *** chassis
Eight lines of Wock, in one cup, we sip molasses
Drive the *** car and get some head, damn, I’m finna crash it
That gold dweller fifty-six plain, think I’m finna grab it
Thirty racks hangin’ out my pocket, got me feelin’ jazzy
My city small ***, think he gettin’ away, I can get the addy
I don’t really be ***’ with the Percs, but I can get the Xannies
My shooter got ADHD, he’ll *** you for a script of Addy’s
I was finna *** my *** mom, but I can hit the granny
You ain’t never had a glass pint of red, it came in a casket
My fiend call me for a twenty stone, I came with a basket
I’m takin’ niggas guns in the club, I came with a magnet