Lil Yachty, Icewear Vezzo, Rio Da Yung OG - Plastic lyrics

(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 triple stackin' it
Lucky I came in with my bitch, them hoes
I would've cracked 'em
Last nigga 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 bitch 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 fuck? 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 nigga pussy
Goin' out bad just like no other
My shooter ain't got no sense
He stole from his mother
How you know I fuck your bitch
You still call me brother? (Damn)
You niggas, niggas 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

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 fuck
They need to fix them boys
(Niggas fucked up)
Knock the power out that F&N
I need to switch the cord
(I need to switch the cord)
Bitch, 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 niggas oh-and-one (Niggas 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 piss 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 bitch asked me was I broke? Oh
That's a trick question (Stupid ho)
Put the Karo with the water, bitch
I mix classics (Skrrt)

Gen5 Glock 19, thirty clip saggin'
Amiri joggin' fit, dumb bitch
I hit licks in fashion
Last nigga I popped up, I had on Big Bastard
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 shit backwards
Real lean plug, nigga, I could still get Acty
Rubber band AP on thirty racks
If a bitch askin'
If you ever seen me run from a nigga
I shot the stick backwards
Made dog shit 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 bitch chassis
Eight lines of Wock' in one cup
We sip molasses
Drive the bitch 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, nigga think he gettin' away
I can get the addy
I don't really be fuckin' 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 fuck my bitch 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