Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Plastic, artist - Lil Yachty. Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Plastic |
| 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 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, 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 |