Plastic Lyrics

Heyyyy

What the fuck wrong with yall

Y'all look all fucked up and shit

Where the fuck your mind at

Roll up

Spit it

Hit it

Quit it

Did it

Get it

Fit it

With it

Roll up

Spit it

Hit it

Quit it

Did it

Get it

Fit it

With it

Rollin up

Holden up

Throwing up

You are disgusting

I'm looking at you

And you need a bit more than a dusting

Your walking around like your gods gift but your garbage

You spend all your money on products but nobody's lusting

Yo I really don't know what to do with that

Just throw it all away and don't ever come back

I tried to give you my point of view

But you just act like I'm pointing at you

I probably could have found a better way to say it

But there's no other way to explain it

Cause you are you

I guess it doesn't really matter cause we all just gonna do what we do

I take one look at you and I know that you can't be trusted

If you didn't sell your bike for drugs it defiantly rusted

you look like you need to play ketchup with a lot of mustard

Put your hands up inside of the air drop the custard

Mind body and sole if your not whole

You better get with that no

If you don't then just language

Can bring you so much pain and anguish

I got the mind over matter

And I watch you grow fatter

I'm way more than data

I smack back the chatter

Once a ratta tatta tale

We were all living in hell

The heaven is the light inside you set sail

Seven deadly sins on this earth

Seven seas to sail

Seven days in a week

Seven days to create