Plenty Lyrics – Lil Baby, YTB Fatt, YFN Lucci

Read the full Plenty lyrics by Lil Baby, YTB Fatt and YFN Lucci along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Baby's music, you can also explore Higher Than Balenciaga and Track North, two other songs by Lil Baby.

[Intro]
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Fire the guys, gotta throw a hundred when we go out
In my neighborhood, Aventador coupe with the doors up
Think we in the same category, he ain't even show nothing
I was busting serves, backstreet, now it's the Rolls truck
Snatch the b!tch out of Shein and took her to Nordstrom
Tease her brain 'bout nothing, we hit Rick Owen'
Switched the label, now I'm signed to take your ho dot-com
Bro caught a body, I did a show with the same gun
I go crazy in Vegas, I'm packing out the strip clubs (Woo)
Watch kit crazy, plus 'cause I got the big boys
Got hoes from small to middle class, big butts
New purses, I put (??) tea cup
Put hundreds of 'za to the side, call big bruh
Lil' one ain't get a cap and gown, but he street smart
He going through the whole phone, foenem blessing up

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Everybody 'round me got a weapon
Yeah, all the soldiers to the front get to stepping
Chrome Heart' jeans, t-shirt (??)
'Bout a million and a half on the chain today
New McLaren with no windshield, it came this way
They can't fu*k with us at nothing, that s*it plain as day (Crazy)
I don't care for that internet s*it, no part (No part)
We just lost a whole boat to the coast guard
This s*it business, I took all my feelings out
Been a giant, but I'm a lil' bigger now
Free lil' Nate'dem, I'm working to get him out
Incognito, I can't let 'em figure out
Drop a tape for the streets, they say it's a drought
From the bricks and these lil' n!ggas nice and soft
She won't get nothing from me 'til I knock her off

State to state when I play, I got different houses
Atlanta, yeah, Miami, yeah, LA, yeah
Dallas, yeah, Houston, yeah, Vegas, yeah, New York, yeah

[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, rose gold on me, AP, this a Skele'
Yeah, 81 freak, no Jerry, yeah
If you got clean, I can sell it, huh
Send your AD, I can mail it
Look, brodie went double homicide like Melly
I just went two at a time like Melly
Dark skin bih' look like Kelly, she ready
I put my wrist in that b!tch, I'ma stretch it
Look, I send my shooter, they probably won't ever stop
N!gga asking for price and don't ever cop
It's a drop, then you probably won't see the top
You a opp, then you probably won't see tomorrow
If I fu*k her, she probably love me tomorrow
If she foreign, I'm probably gon' hit her up
If I'm in it, it probably a different car
Yeah, fu*k do you mean, lil' n!gga?
Still having Wock' like it green, lil' n!gga
I pull up dolo, just me and my pistol
I put a bounty on him, they gon' get him
I put a hundred on him and his sister
I spent like two hundred thousand for this one
I'm the type to spend ten thousand on slippers
I'm the type to get him out of here quicker
Huh, hah

[Verse 4: YTB Fatt]
Take all the bad b!tches, fine s*it getting bigger
Happy for my last ho, she doing good, she fu*king a Clipper
A B-ball boy, five star, b!tch, benched her
The b!tch tryna fu*k from VS to an emerald
Cadillac truck, not the rig, this the big one
I'm straight on love, having raw s*x with some sisters
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