Plastic歌詞

[00:00.000] 作詞 : Lil Yachty/Damario Horne McCullough/Daniel Ray Robinson, Jr./Reul Walker
[00:00.084] 作曲 : Lil Yachty/Damario Horne McCullough/Daniel Ray Robinson, Jr./Reul Walker
[00:00.169][Intro: Lil Yachty]
[00:00.879](Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
[00:19.491]It's us
[00:22.535]Damn, damn
[00:24.869]Damn
[00:26.219]It's us
[00:26.698][Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
[00:26.898]Me and Vezzo don't do double cups, yeah, we triple stackin' it
[00:29.556]Lucky I came in with my bitch, them hoes, I would've cracked 'em
[00:32.407]Last nigga speak on my name (What?), a random person jacked him (Yeah)
[00:35.395]If I die, I'll be on CNN like Michael Jackson
[00:38.520]Not 'cause I died, but who I brought with me
[00:41.427]Don't let my bitch drink at all in case I need a kidney
[00:44.392]Double R parked right outside like a raisin in the sun
[00:47.148]Sheriff pulled me over skeptical 'cause all my legal guns
[00:50.136]I'm backwards, I got rich off of music and got illegal funds
[00:52.995]Why this stripper, she ain't let me ****? Still kept all the ones (Damn)
[00:56.064]Damn (Damn), and I ain't no sucker (Damn)
[00:58.988]House by the lake with the views opposite from Tucker (Damn)
[01:01.984]This nigga pussy, goin' out bad just like no other
[01:05.044]My shooter ain't got no sense, he stole from his mother
[01:08.433]How you know I **** your bitch, you still call me brother? (Damn)
[01:11.084]You niggas, niggas different (Damn, damn)
[01:13.423]Why I'm so specific (Go)
[01:14.752]Backyard look Pacific (Go)
[01:16.112]Heavy on my pivot, uh (Go)
[01:17.595]Hit the frog sweat, now my cup look like a midget, huh (Damn, damn)
[01:20.502]Geeked up off the medics
[01:21.937]Said it, then I meant it
[01:23.504]Cops ask me questions, I'm Cole Bennett, I ain't in it (Woo)
[01:26.444]The way that Vezzo drive his Wraith, could tell he ain't rent it
[01:28.742][Verse 2: Icewear Veezo]
[01:30.860]We gon' hit them boys
[01:32.186]Hundred hangin' out the chop, look like a mixin' board (Like I'm mixin')
[01:34.958]All my opps be broke as ****, they need to fix them boys (Niggas ****ed up)
[01:37.778]Knock the power out that F&N, I need to switch the cord (I need to switch the cord)
[01:41.784]Bitch, I love to switch my fashion
[01:43.690]Lit the Patek, I got sixty glasses in my kitchen cabinet (That Hi-Tech)
[01:46.822]I just bought another Rollie up at Golden Sun (Gold)
[01:49.828]Poured a four in a one-liter, that's a forty-one (Drank God)
[01:52.911]We just upped the score again, them niggas oh-and-one (Niggas losers)
[01:55.730]They think cuddy marchin' for a band, the way he blow that drum
[01:58.758]Mix the Louis with the Fendi, I be mix-matchin' (Yeah)
[02:01.610]The clip look longer than the Glock, they think the stick backwards
[02:04.574]I drop dirty at probation, I just piss Actavis (No cap)
[02:07.581]Used to trap right on the Horn, now I got six mansions
[02:10.559]Shoot the Chrome Heart off his hoodie, that's how he drip fashion (Leave him leakin')
[02:13.411]This bitch asked me was I broke? Oh, that's a trick question (Stupid ho)
[02:16.475]Put the Karo with the water, bitch, I mix classics (Skrrt)
[02:19.411][Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
[02:19.714]Gen5 Glock 19, thirty clip saggin'
[02:22.085]Amiri joggin' fit, dumb bitch, I hit licks in fashion
[02:25.080]Last nigga I popped up, I had on Big Bastard
[02:28.053]Oversized Virgil Abloh hoodie, this a big jacket
[02:31.065]Damn near three racks for the varsity with the big patches
[02:33.861]Jumped out with thirty clip, hawked him down, he kept zig-zaggin'
[02:36.836]Ran up on him, when he hit the ground, pushed his shit backwards
[02:39.888]Real lean plug, nigga, I could still get Acty
[02:42.824]Rubber band AP on thirty racks if a bitch askin'
[02:45.725]If you ever seen me run from a nigga, I shot the stick backwards
[02:48.705]Made dog shit off spittin' fire out my mouth, call me big dragon
[02:51.421]Oh, we was talkin' 'bout white buffs? Lou got six glasses
[02:54.577]Plug got five seals, eight quarter pints, and six glasses
[02:57.661]Ho tried to leave me, shot her car up and broke the bitch chassis
[03:00.537]Eight lines of Wock' in one cup, we sip molasses
[03:03.470]Drive the bitch car and get some head, damn, I'm finna crash it
[03:06.474]That gold 'Dweller fifty-six plain, think I'm finna grab it
[03:09.253]Thirty racks hangin' out my pocket, got me feelin' chatty
[03:12.313]My city small, nigga think he gettin' away, I can get the addy
[03:15.165]I don't really be ****in' with the Percs, but I can get the Xannies
[03:18.177]My shooter got ADHD, he'll kill you for a script of Addys
[03:21.415]I was finna **** my bitch mom, but I can hit the granny
[03:24.090]You ain't never had a glass pint of red, it came in a casket
[03:27.166]My fiend call me for a twenty stone, I came with a basket
[03:29.985]I'm takin' niggas' guns in the club, I came with a magnet