Plastic

(album: Michigan Boy Boat - 2021)

[Lil Yachty:]
Reuel, stop playing with these niggas
It's us
Damn, damn
Damn
It's us

Me and Vezzo don't do double cups, yeah, we truly stacking 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, going 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

[Icewear Veezo:]
We gon' hit them boys
Hunnid hanging out the chop look like a mixing 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 marching for a band, the way he blow that drum
Mix the Louis with the Fendi, I be mix matching (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

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Gen5 Glock 19, thirty clip sagging
Amiri jogging 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-zagging
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 asking
If you ever see me run from a nigga, I shot the stick backwards
Made dog shit, I'm spitting fire out my mouth, call me a big dragon
Oh, we was talking 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 hanging out my pocket, got me feeling jazzy
My city small nigga, think he getting away, I can get the addy
I don't really be fucking 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 taking niggas guns in the club, I came with a magnet