Lyrical Breakdown of Plastic (Feat. Icewear Vezzo & Rio Da Yung Og) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Plastic (Feat. Icewear Vezzo & Rio Da Yung Og)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Yachty weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Plastic (Feat. Icewear Vezzo & Rio Da Yung Og)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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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