Plenty lyrics

[Intro: Nardo Wick]
(Kaysan)
All my opps Brad Pitts
f*ck out of here
All these, all these n*ggas do is act gangster
Them n*ggas ain't gangster

[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Plenty guns, we got plenty clips
We got plenty guns, we got plenty clips
We got plenty guns, we got plenty clips
We got plenty guns, we got plenty clips
We got plenty guns, plenty clips, plenty guns, plenty clips
Plenty guns, plenty clips, plenty guns, plenty clips
Plenty guns, plenty clips, plenty guns, plenty clips
Plenty guns, plenty clips, plenty guns, plenty clips

[Verse 1: Nardo Wick]
Since them n*ggas act, pull up with clips and shoot a movie (Shoot a movie)
Depend on how good we do, this sh*t might make the TV too (sh*t might make the news)
Dependin' how good we do, might come out for a part two (Spin again)
Pull up with cannons, bro-bro, you direct and I'm gon' shoot (Grrah, grahh, grahh)
Red alert, dead alert, what my brother see?
A n*gga just got put to bed alert (He got put asleep)
This a super charge, love to make it j*rk (Vroom, vroom)
This a wicked ho, my song come on, she twerk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Feel like Drizzy mama thirty years ago the way I carry Drac'
Lil' bruh knock on the door and run, the knob twist, I let it shake
My n*gga tried to jump the fence, I heard he died on the gate
They say one n*gga shot and missed 'em all
Hello? Bet, I just heard he got shot in his face
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Headshot, ain't no leg shots, b*tch n*gga
Forty blast, we gon' take his ass off the list, n*gga
Breakin' glass, got him takin' ass when we blitz n*ggas
Think lil' bro done whipped a baby ass, keep that switch with 'em (Brrt)
Ayy, jump out, we don't play (Bah)
Split up, went both ways
Shut up, we don't stay (Shut the f*ck up)
Nothin', he in the way
Get hit up, can't even get up, he hit in the face
And n*ggas that's livin', we can't even trace
They skipped the state, for real (They did)
Range SVR, Trackhawk straight and we willin' to race (Willin' to race), for real
f*ck the jakes, we gon' go on a chase
Keep the foot on gas like it ain't no brakes (Skrrt)
We ain't giving no pass, give the chance to take it
We just gon' take it, shoutout your bro, heard he ain't gon' make it
Heard n*ggas hatin' how I gangbang, well, they just gon' hate it

[Chorus: Nardo Wick & BIG30]
We got plenty guns, we got plenty clips
We got plenty guns, we got plenty clips
We got plenty guns, we got plenty clips
We got plenty guns, we got plenty clips
We got plenty guns, plenty clips, plenty guns, plenty clips
Plenty guns, plenty clips, plenty guns, plenty clips (Yeah, yeah)
Plenty guns, plenty clips (Big blrrd), plenty guns, plenty clips
Plenty guns, plenty clips, plenty guns, plenty clips (Blrrd, ayy, ayy, let's go)
[Verse 3: BIG30]
Blrrd, ayy, ayy, I don't f*ck with n*ggas
Plenty Glocks up in this b*tch, pop out with plenty killers
I swear we never stop the spinnin', got relentless killers
Got KD with me, my lil' n*gga known to finish n*ggas
b*tch, I got plenty pistols, my AR came with a sniper scope
Lil' freaky b*tch ain't got no license, eat di*k while she drive the boat
We spin they block, four people shot, now look, don't play with me no more
Ayy, I'm a doggy with this Glock, but with this Draco, I'm the G.O.A.T
Big blrrd, I get sh*t out of here
Reach for my chain while at the show, get your sh*t splat in here
I'ma leave this b*tch just how I came, I leave you flat in here
Don't drive Suburbans to my show, ayy, throw that 'Cat in gear (Blrrd)

[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
Plenty guns, plenty clips (Plenty), forty-ones, no thirty-six (Uh-uh)
Face mob, GTA (Face mob)
Foreign cars at the Clearport beach (Yeah)
Really I'm laughin' (Laughin')
'Cause n*ggas be lackin', laggin' (Lack)
Far behind, I passed it
My shorties be demons, lookin' for action
Ask 'em, but say the wrong thing, they blastin'
Take off like NASA, we got a problem, Houston
My youngin with me, got a quick draw like Curry
I know he get tired of shootin' (Creep down)
All that actin', you a created player when you inside the booth (All that actin')
Wood on the Drac', it look like a baseball bat, my n*ggas slidin' through (Wood grain)
My neck lit, did the same thing for b*tch, wrist full of diamonds too (n*gga)
Millions of racks, this the same thing when I sip, I'm tryna find the juice (n*gga)
M63, two-door, blue and this MAC, they can't find the roof (Boy)
Count my money, goddamn, you a bad b*tch and she fine as sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah)