FaZe Kaysan – Plenty Lyrics

Plenty Lyrics by FaZe Kaysan

(Kaysan)
All my opps Brad Pitts
fvck out of here
All these, all these niqqas do how a gangster do
Them niqqas ain’t gangster

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

Since them niqqas 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 niqqa just got put to bed alert (He got put asleep)
This a super charge, love to make it jerk (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 niqqa tried to jump the fence, I heard he died on the gate
They say one niqqa shot and missed ’em all
Hello? Bet, I just heard he got shot in his face

Headshot, ain’t no leg shots, B!tch niqqa
Forty blast, we gon’ take his a$$ off the list, niqqa
Breakin’ gla$$, got him’ takin’ a$$ when we blitz niqqas
Think lil’ bro done whipped a baby a$$, 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 fvck up)
Nothin’, he in the way
Get hit up, can’t even get up, he hit in the face
And niqqas 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
fvck 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 pa$$, give the chance to take it
We just gon’ take it, shoutout your bro, heard he ain’t gon’ make it
Heard niqqas hatin’ how I gangbang, well, they just gon’ hate it

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 (Brr)
Plenty guns, plenty clips, plenty guns, plenty clips (Ayy, ayy, let’s go)

Brr, ayy, ayy, I don’t fvck with niqqas
Plenty Glocks up in this B!tch, pop out with plenty killers
I swear, we never stop to spin, I got relentless killers
Got KD with me, my lil’ niqqa known to finish niqqas
B!tch, I got plenty pistols, my AR came with a sniper scope
Lil’ freaky B!tch ain’t got no license, eat d!ck while we 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)

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 niqqas be lackin’, laggin’ (Lack)
Far behind, I pa$$ed it
My shorties be demons, lookin’ for action
Ask ’em, but say the wrong things, 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 niqqas slidin’ through (Wood grain)
My neck lit, did the same thing for B!tch, wrist full of diamonds too (niqqa)
Millions of racks, this the same thing when I sip, I’m tryna find the juice (niqqa)
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)