CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Plastic
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)
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 b*t*h, them hoes, I would've cracked 'em
Last n***a 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 b*t*h 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 f**k? 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 n***a pu**y, goin' out bad just like no other
My shooter ain't got no sense, he stole from his mother
How you know I f**k your b*t*h, you still call me brother? (Damn)
You n***as, n***as 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 f**k, they need to fix them boys (N***as f**ked up)
Knock the power out that F&N, I need to switch the cord (I need to switch the cord)
B*t*h, I love to switch my fashion
Lit the Patek, I got sixty gla**es 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 n***as oh-and-one (N***as 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 p*ss 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 b*t*h asked me was I broke? Oh, that's a trick question (Stupid ho)
Put the Karo with the water, b*t*h, I mix cla**ics (Skrrt)
Gen5 Glock 19, thirty clip saggin'
Amiri joggin' fit, dumb b*t*h, I hit licks in fashion
Last n***a I popped up, I had on Big B*st*rd
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 sh*t backwards
Real lean plug, n***a, I could still get Acty
Rubber band AP on thirty racks if a b*t*h askin'
If you ever seen me run from a n***a, I shot the stick backwards
Made dog sh*t off spittin' fire out my mouth, call me big dragon
Oh, we was talkin' 'bout white buffs? Lou got six gla**es
Plug got five seals, eight quarter pints, and six gla**es
Ho tried to leave me, shot her car up and broke the b*t*h cha**is
Eight lines of Wock' in one cup, we sip mola**es
Drive the b*t*h 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, n***a think he gettin' away, I can get the addy
I don't really be f**kin' 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 f**k my b*t*h mom, but I can hit the granny
You ain't never had a gla** pint of red, it came in a casket
My fiend call me for a twenty stone, I came with a basket
I'm takin' n***as' guns in the club, I came with a magnet
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 b*t*h, them hoes, I would've cracked 'em
Last n***a 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 b*t*h 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 f**k? 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 n***a pu**y, goin' out bad just like no other
My shooter ain't got no sense, he stole from his mother
How you know I f**k your b*t*h, you still call me brother? (Damn)
You n***as, n***as 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 f**k, they need to fix them boys (N***as f**ked up)
Knock the power out that F&N, I need to switch the cord (I need to switch the cord)
B*t*h, I love to switch my fashion
Lit the Patek, I got sixty gla**es 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 n***as oh-and-one (N***as 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 p*ss 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 b*t*h asked me was I broke? Oh, that's a trick question (Stupid ho)
Put the Karo with the water, b*t*h, I mix cla**ics (Skrrt)
Gen5 Glock 19, thirty clip saggin'
Amiri joggin' fit, dumb b*t*h, I hit licks in fashion
Last n***a I popped up, I had on Big B*st*rd
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 sh*t backwards
Real lean plug, n***a, I could still get Acty
Rubber band AP on thirty racks if a b*t*h askin'
If you ever seen me run from a n***a, I shot the stick backwards
Made dog sh*t off spittin' fire out my mouth, call me big dragon
Oh, we was talkin' 'bout white buffs? Lou got six gla**es
Plug got five seals, eight quarter pints, and six gla**es
Ho tried to leave me, shot her car up and broke the b*t*h cha**is
Eight lines of Wock' in one cup, we sip mola**es
Drive the b*t*h 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, n***a think he gettin' away, I can get the addy
I don't really be f**kin' 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 f**k my b*t*h mom, but I can hit the granny
You ain't never had a gla** pint of red, it came in a casket
My fiend call me for a twenty stone, I came with a basket
I'm takin' n***as' guns in the club, I came with a magnet
