Plenty
FaZe Kaysan Lyrics
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All my opps Brad Pitts
Fuck out of here
All these, all these niggas do how a gangster do
Them niggas 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, 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 niggas act, pull up with clips and shoot a movie (shoot a movie)
Depend on how good we do, this shit might make the TV too (shit 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, graah, grrah)
Red alert, dead alert, what my brother see?
A nigga just got put to bed alert (he got put to sleep)
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 nigga tried to jump the fence, I heard he died on the gate
They say one nigga shot and missed 'em all
Hello? Bet, I just heard he got shot in his face
Headshot, ain't no leg shots, bitch nigga
Forty blast, we gon' take his ass off the list, nigga
Breakin' glass, got him takin' ass when we blitz niggas
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 fuck up)
Nothin', he in the way
Get hit up, can't even get up, he hit in the face
And niggas 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
Fuck 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 to your bro, heard he ain't gon' make it
Heard niggas 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 fuck with niggas
Plenty Glocks up in this bitch, pop out with plenty killers
I swear, we never stop to spin, I got relentless killers
Got KD with me, my lil' nigga known to finish niggas
Bitch, I got plenty pistols, my AR came with a sniper scope
Lil' freaky bitch ain't got no license, eat dick 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 GOAT
Big blrrd, I get shit out of here
Reach for my chain while at the show, get your shit splat in here
I'ma leave this bitch 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 niggas be lackin', laggin' (lack)
Far behind, I passed 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 niggas slidin' through (wood grain)
My neck lit, did the same thing for a bitch, wrist full of diamonds too (nigga)
Millions of racks, this the same thing when I sip, I'm tryna find the juice (nigga)
M63, two-door, blue and this MAC, they can't find the roof (boy)
Count my money, goddamn, you a bad bitch and she fine as shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
In "Plenty" by FaZe Kaysan, the lyrics highlight themes of gangster culture, violence, and the pursuit of power and dominance. The artist asserts his superior status over his rivals, referring to them contemptuously as "opps" (opponents) and dismissing their claims of being gangsters. He asserts that his crew possesses an abundance of guns and ammunition, emphasizing their readiness for violence.
The lyrics also describe a scenario where the artist and his crew are prepared to engage in a confrontation and potentially film the violence, comparing it to shooting a movie. They anticipate media attention and the possibility of a sequel if the initial act is successful. The aggressive language used suggests an eagerness to engage in violent acts and highlights the artist's personal role as a shooter.
The lyrics further depict a series of violent encounters and gang activities. References to someone being put to "bed alert" and specific actions like knocking on doors and jumping fences imply acts of aggression and retaliation. There is also a mention of a person getting shot in the face, emphasizing the severity of the violence being inflicted.
Throughout the song, there is an undercurrent of aggression and a pride in one's ability to cause harm. The artist talks about headshots rather than leg shots, indicating a preference for lethal force. The lyrics also mention breaking glass and leaving no chance for escape when attacking their enemies. The focus seems to be on asserting dominance and eliminating anyone who stands in their way. The artist glorifies their violent actions as an essential part of their lifestyle and dismisses any criticism or hate from others.
Overall, "Plenty" by FaZe Kaysan explores themes of gangster culture, violence, and the pursuit of power and dominance. The lyrics depict a mindset where aggression and dominance are celebrated, and violence is seen as a means to establish one's superiority in their environment.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Donny Flores, Herbert Wright III, Horace Bernard Walls III, Isaac De Boni, Kaysan Ghasseminejad, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Mark Sweet, Michael Mule, Rahman Subhaan, Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
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KAI AND FANUM
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