YN Jay - Plastic Surgery lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay & Lil Pump] (Enrgy made this one) Ooh, Jet Like how, you little b*tch I'm just tryna figure out, you know [Verse 1: YN Jay & Lil Pump] Bad b*tch, but her breath stank, she need Colgate How the fu*k you got a crooked face, but your nose straight? (Ooh) Left your brain splattered on the wall, looked like old paint Damn, I think this b*tch got plastic surgery, is your nose fake? (Ugh) [Verse 2: Lil Pump] The only place I ever took a b*tch out was a Subway (Huh?) Brand new Dior jacket from the runway (Ooh) I learned how to cook crack at a young age (Whip) She sellin' pussy out of OnlyFans, fu*k a Backpage (Damn) [Verse 3: YN Jay & Lil Pump] I just beat this b*tch doonies down, made my back ache Damn, I gotta drink a lil' Wock to make me rap straight (Wocky) I just pulled up with a ski mask with a black cape Still be the realest ni**a ever if I act fake [Verse 4: Lil Pump] fu*k it, I'ma go hit this b*tch with my socks off (fu*k) I had three b*tches su*kin' dick up at Topgolf (Huh?) Poured a 7 of Wockanda then I started noddin' off (Wockanda) I just bought an AR-15 at the Aloft (Bow-bow-bow) [Verse 5: YN Jay] Freak b*tch give me good head, it was all top ni**a, you ain't finna use that gun, you a mall cop b*tch su*k dick so long, haa b*tch su*k dick so long, make her jaws lock [Verse 6: Lil Pump] I just poured a 7 in the 2, 'bout to fall out (Wow) Walk in your baby mama house with my co*k out Brought a draco with a hundred round drum to the steakhouse (Brrt) I be takin' b*tches to McDonalds, I don't do dates now [Verse 7: YN Jay & Lil Pump] Tried to catch a play in the woods, make my call drop All them freak b*tches at the shows, I bring 'em all out I just left the pit off the leash, let my dog out I just paid my ni**a Lucho bond, let my dawg out (Woah) [Verse 8: Lil Pump] I'ma beat my b*tch ass if she talk to random people (Huh?) MAC-10's, F&N's and Desert Eagle's (Damn) I think I got gonorrhea, doc bring a needle (Don't tell 'em), huh? Rockstar just like the fu*kin' Beetles (Yeah) [Verse 9: YN Jay & Lil Pump] Left my lil' cousin at the crib, he be scammin' people Big gun, b*tch go "Boom," I be blammin' people (Boom) b*tch got some saggy ass titties, she got granny issues ni**a got a little ass stick, that's your granny pistol [Verse 10: Lil Pump] If you ain't su*kin' dick, I might as well just dismiss you Had the gang nut on her face and she just kissed you (Ugh) Boogers on my neck, achoo, pass me a tissue (Achoo) Pull up on your block, boom, bow, with a damn missile (Bow-bow-bow-bow) [Verse 11: YN Jay] ni**a, you ain't got no gun, that's your mans pistol ni**a died in other people's beef, that's your mans issue Hundred thousand, haa, fu*k Hundred thousand dollars in my pants, I got band issues I just pulled up with a drumline, keep a band with you AK-47 with the drum, I ain't playin' with you I just wanna fu*k you then I'm gone, I ain't stayin' with you I don't ever cuddle with no b*tch, I ain't layin' with you [Verse 12: Lil Pump] No fat hoes allowed in my bedroom (No) Janky ass ni**a, I got like twenty-two face tattoos You could fu*k the homie, on God, I ain't mad at you (Yeah) My grandma eighty-five and she still is a prostitute (Yeah) I had three hoes su*kin' my dick in a dog cage You ever bought a Glock .45 in a Barclays? (Bow) Had my b*tch fu*kin' b*tches, she go both ways (Both ways) Send her home in a Greyhound, fu*k an airplane (Nyoom) [Outro: Lil Pump] Send that b*tch home in a fu*kin' Greyhound, fu*k an airplane