Plastic

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(Reuel, stop playin with these niggas)
Its us
Damn, damn
Damn
Its us
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Me and Vezzo dont do double cups, yeah, we triple stackin it
Lucky I came in with my bitch, them hoes, I wouldve cracked em
Last nigga speak on my name (What?), a random person jacked him (Yeah)
If I die, Ill be on CNN like Michael Jackson
Not cause I died, but who I brought with me
Dont 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
Im backwards, I got rich off of music and got illegal funds
Why this stripper, she aint let me ****? Still kept all the ones (Damn)
Damn (Damn), and I aint 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 aint got no sense, he stole from his mother
How you know I **** your bitch, you still call me brother? (Damn)
You niggas, niggas different (Damn, damn)
Why Im 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, Im Cole Bennett, I aint in it (Woo)
The way that Vezzo drive his Wraith, could tell he aint rent it
[Verse 2: Icewear Veezo]
We gon hit them boys
Hundred hangin out the chop, look like a mixin board (Like Im mixin)
All my opps be broke as ****, they need to fix them boys (Niggas ****ed 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, thats 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, thats how he drip fashion (Leave him leakin)
This bitch asked me was I broke? Oh, thats a trick question (Stupid ho)
Put the Karo with the water, bitch, I mix classics ( Skrrt)
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
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, Icould 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 seals, eight quarter 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, Im finna crash it
That gold Dweller fifty-six plain, think Im 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 dont really be ****in with the Percs, but I can get the Xannies
My shooter got ADHD, hell kill you for a script of Addys
I was finna **** my bitch mom, but I can hit the granny
You aint 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
Im takin niggas guns in the club, I came with a magnet