Lil Baby‘s been on a tear lately, dropping heat like it’s nothing, and “Plenty” feels like the spark that could light up his whole fall run. Fresh off the October 26 release, this single pulls in Memphis’ YTB Fatt for that gritty edge and Atlanta’s own YFN Lucci for the smooth closer, all over a beat from Nico Baran and 1Chichi that bangs with hard 808s and a hook that sticks. It’s the second taste of what’s shaping up as Baby’s CBFW album—Can’t Be Fucked With, if the streets are right—with “All On Me” ft. G Herbo hitting just days before.
Fans hit X hard right after the video dropped, calling it a return to form: raw flexes on success, street smarts, and that unapologetic hustle that put Baby on the map. But there’s layers here too—the Lucci link stirs up chatter, given his recent shots at the YSL drama on Cam Newton’s podcast, where he said Gunna “kinda threw ya mans under the bus.” Baby, who’s navigated that whole mess himself, keeps it neutral, letting the bars speak: lines about lost boats to the Coast Guard and state-to-state houses scream elevation from the bricks.
YTB Fatt opens with that unfiltered Memphis talk, busting serves to Rolls trucks, snatching girls from Shein to Nordstrom, while Baby’s verse hits on loyalty, weapons, and ditching feelings for business. Lucci seals it with double homicide nods and bounty talk, all tying back to survival in the game. In a year where collabs feel scripted, this one’s got that organic fire, especially as Baby teases the full project with features like EST Gee and 42 Dugg. It’s not just a track; it’s a statement on stacking plenty while the world’s watching.
Dive into the Plenty lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other collabs from Lil Baby’s current run for more of the ATL legend’s dominant era.
Lyrics of Plenty by Lil Baby, YTB Fatt & YFN Lucci
[Intro]
Woo, Woo, Woo
Woo, Woo
[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Fire The Guys, Gotta Throw A Hundred When We Go Out
In My Neighborhood, Aventador Coupe With The Doors Up
Think We In The Same Category, He Ain’t Even Show Nothin’
I Was Bustin’ Serves, Backstreet, Now It’s The Rolls Truck
Snatch The B**ch Out Of Shein And Took Her To Nordstrom
Tease Her Brain ’bout Nothin’, We Hit Rick Owen’
Switched The Label, Now I’m Signed To Take Your Ho Dot-com
Bro Caught A Body, I Did A Show With The Same Gun
I Go Crazy In Vegas, I’m Packin’ Out The Strip Clubs (Woo)
Watch Kit Crazy, Plus ’cause I Got The Big Boys
Got H** From Small To Middle Class, Big Butts
New Purses, I Put [?] Tea Cup
Put Hundreds Of ‘za To The Side, Call Big Bruh
Lil’ One Ain’t Get A Cap And Gown, But He Street Smart
He Goin’ Through The Whole Phone, Foenem Blessin’ Up
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Everybody ’round Me Got A Weapon
Yeah, All The Soldiers To The Front Get To Steppin’
Chrome Heart’ Jeans, T-shirt [?]
’bout A Million And A Half On The Chain Today
New Mclaren With No Windshield, It Came This Way
They Can’t Fuck With Us At Nothin’, That Shit Plain As Day (Crazy)
I Don’t Care For That Internet Shit, No Part (No Part)
We Just Lost A Whole Boat To The Coast Guard
This Shit Business, I Took All My Feelings Out
Been A Giant, But I’m A Lil’ Bigger Now
Free Lil’ Nate’dem, I’m Workin’ To Get Him Out
Incognito, I Can’t Let ’em Figure Out
Drop A Tape For The Streets, They Say It’s A Drought
From The Bricks And These Lil’ Niggas Nice And Soft
She Won’t Get Nothin’ From Me ’til I Knock Her Off
State To State When I Play, I Got Different Houses
Atlanta (Yeah), Miami (Yeah), La (Yeah)
Dallas (Yeah), Houston (Yeah), Vegas (Yeah), New York (Yeah)
[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, Rose Gold On Me, Ap, This A Skele’
Yeah, 81 Freak, No Jerry, Yeah
If You Got Clean, I Can Sell It, Huh
Send Your Ad, I Can Mail It
Look, Brodie Went Double Homicide Like Melly
I Just Went Two At A Time Like Melly
Dark Skin Bih’ Look Like Kelly, She Ready
I Put My Wrist In That B**ch, I’ma Stretch It
Look, I Send My Shooter, They Probably Won’t Ever Stop
Nigga Askin’ For Price And Don’t Ever Cop
It’s A Drop, Then You Probably Won’t See The Top
You A Opp, Then You Probably Won’t See Tomorrow
If I Fuck Her, She Probably Love Me Tomorrow
If She Foreign, I’m Probably Gon’ Hit Her Up
If I’m In It, It Probably A Different Car
Yeah, Fuck Do You Mean, Lil’ Nigga?
Still Havin’ Wock’ Like It Green, Lil’ Nigga
I Pull Up Dolo, Just Me And My Pistol
I Put A Bounty On Him, They Gon’ Get Him
I Put A Hundred On Him And His Sister
I Spent Like Two Hundred Thousand For This One
I’m The Type To Spend Ten Thousand On Slippers
I’m The Type To Get Him Out Of Here Quicker
Huh, Hah
[Verse 4: YTB Fatt]
Take All The Bad B**ches, Fine Shit Gettin’ Bigger
Happy For My Last Ho, She Doin’ Good, She Fuckin’ A Clipper
A B-Ball Boy, Five Star, B**ch, Benched Her
The B**ch Tryna Fuck From Vs To An Emerald
Cadillac Truck, Not The Rig, This The Big One
I’m Straight On Love, Havin’ Raw Sex With Some Sisters
Shanice, Alexis, Taylor, Rebecca, Chastity, Iyanna, Chyna, Rihanna
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