Plastic lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)
It's us
Damn, damn
Damn
It's us

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Me and Vezzo don't do double cups, yeah, we triple stackin' it
Lucky I came in with my b*tch, them hoes, I would've cracked 'em
Last n*gga speak on my name (What?), a random person jacked him (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 b*tch drink at 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 stripper, she ain't let me f*ck? Still kept all the ones (Damn)
Damn (Damn), and I ain't no sucker (Damn)
House by the lake with the views opposite from Tucker (Damn)
This n*gga pus*y, goin' out bad just like no other
My shooter ain't got no sense, he stole from his mother
How you know I f*ck your b*tch, you still call me brother? (Damn)
You n*ggas, n*ggas different (Damn, damn)
Why I'm so specific (Go)
Backyard look Pacific (Go)
Heavy on my pivot, uh (Go)
Hit the frog sweat, now my cup look like a midget, huh (Damn, damn)
Geeked up off the medics
Said it, then I meant it
Cops ask me questions, I'm Cole Bennett, I ain't in it (Woo)
The way that Vezzo drive his Wraith, could tell he ain't rent it
[Verse 2: Icewear Veezo]
We gon' hit them boys
Hundred hangin' out the chop, look like a mixin' board (Like I'm mixin')
All my opps be broke as f*ck, they need to fix them boys (n*ggas f*cked up)
Knock the power out that F&N, I need to switch the cord (I need to switch the cord)
b*tch, I love to switch my fashion
Lit 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 (Drank God)
We just upped the score again, them n*ggas oh-and-one (n*ggas losers)
They think 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 drop dirty at probation, I just p*ss Actavis (No cap)
Used to trap right on the Horn, now I got six mansions
Shoot the Chrome Heart off his hoodie, that's how he drip fashion (Leave him leakin')
This b*tch asked me was I broke? Oh, that's a trick question (Stupid ho)
Put the Karo with the water, b*tch, I mix classics (Skrrt)

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Gen5 Glock 19, thirty clip saggin'
Amiri joggin' fit, dumb b*tch, I hit licks in fashion
Last n*gga I popped up, I had on Big bast*rd
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 sh*t backwards
Real lean plug, n*gga, I could still get Acty
Rubber band AP on thirty racks if a b*tch askin'
If you ever seen me run from a n*gga, I shot the stick backwards
Made dog sh*t off spittin' fire out my mouth, call me big dragon
Oh, we was talkin' 'bout white buffs? Lou got six glasses
Plug got five sealed Akorn pints and six glasses
Ho tried to leave me, shot her car up and broke the b*tch chassis
Eight lines of Wock' in one cup, we sip molasses
Drive the b*tch 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' chatty
My city small, n*gga think he gettin' away, I can get the addy
I don't really be f*ckin' with the Percs, but I can get the Xannies
My shooter got ADHD, he'll kill you for a script of Addys
I was finna f*ck my b*tch 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' n*ggas' guns in the club, I came with a magnet