Lyrics Plastic (feat. Icewear Vezzo & Rio Da Yung OG) - Lil Yachty , Rio Da Yung Og , Icewear Vezzo

Reuel, stop playin′ with these niggas

It's us
Damn, damn
It′s us

Me and Vezzo don't do double cups, yeah, we truly 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 'em (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 it 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

House by the lake with the views opposite from Tucker
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 fucked your bitch? You still call me brother
You niggas, niggas different

Why I'm so specific?
Backyard look pacific
Heavy on my pivot
Hit the frog sweat, now my cup look like a midget
Geeked up off the medics
Said it, then I meant it
Cops ask me questions, I′m Cobain, I ain't in it
The way that Vezzo drive his Wraith, could tell he ain′t rent it

We gon' hit them boys
Hunnid 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
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
Lick 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
We just upped the score again
Them niggas oh-and-one (them niggas losers)
Look like 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 dropped thirty at probation, I just pissed Acti's (no cap)
Used to trap right on a horn, now I got six mansions
Shoot the Chrome Heart off his hoodie
That′s how he drip fashion (leave 'em leakin′)
This bitch ask me was I broke, oh
That's a trick question (stupid hoe)
Put the Karo with the water, bitch, I mix classics

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 Acky

Rubber band AP on thirty racks, if a bitch askin'
If you ever see me run from a nigga, I shot the stick backwards
Made dog shit, I′m spittin' fire out my mouth, call me a big dragon
Oh, we was talkin′ bout white buffs? Lou got six glasses
Plug got five seals, eight quarter pints, and six glasses
Hoe 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'
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 Addy's
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