Read the full lyrics for Plenty by Lil Baby, YTB Fatt, and YFN Lucci. Follow the words for this new Atlanta collaboration.
The lyrics for “Plenty” by Lil Baby, YTB Fatt, and YFN Lucci present a detailed account of luxury, street credibility, and complex relationships. Each artist contributes a verse that builds upon the central theme of abundance, both in material wealth and in life’s complications. The track does not feature a traditional chorus, instead relying on the strength of each consecutive verse to maintain momentum and narrative flow. This structure makes the lyrics dense and packed with specific references, ideal for listeners who enjoy dissecting every bar.
YTB Fatt opens the track with lyrics that establish a tone of newfound success and its trappings. His verses reference high-end cars, designer shopping sprees, and the stark contrast between his past and present circumstances. The lines move from personal achievement to the harsh realities of his environment, creating a vivid picture of his world. His flow is direct, making his sections of the lyrics easy to follow and grasp on first listen.
lil baby, ytb fatt plenty
Lil Baby’s verse continues with a focus on wealth and power, but adds a layer of strategic detachment. His lyrics mention specific financial figures, custom jewelry, and a portfolio of properties across major cities. The lines also touch on business mentality and the consequences of street life, showcasing his signature blend of boastfulness and cautionary insight. His rhythmic delivery and clear enunciation make his part of the lyrics particularly suited for singalongs.
YFN Lucci concludes the track’s lyrical journey with a verse that emphasizes street legacy and ruthless efficiency. His words are filled with references to jewelry, weapons, and financial transactions that underscore a life of risk and reward. The language is uncompromising and grounded in the realities of his experiences. The full lyrics for “Plenty” provide the complete text for fans to engage with the collaborative energy of these three Atlanta artists.
Produced by ChiChi, Nico Baran
October 31, 2025
1 song, 2 minutes
Quality Control Music/Motown Records; ℗ 2025 Quality Control Music, LLC, under exclusive license to UMG Recordings, Inc.
Lyrics
[Intro]
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Hoo, hoo
[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Five of the guys together, we 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 showin’ nothin’
I was bustin’ serves, backstreet, now it’s the Rolls truck
Snatch the bitch out of Shein, might take 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 (Hoo)
Watch kit crazy, plus ’cause I got the big boys
Got hoes from small to middle class, big butts
New purses, I’ll put a proper tea cup
Put hundreds of za to the side, call big bro
Lil’ one ain’t get a cap and gown, but he street smart
You goin’ through the whole phone, fuckin’ my blessin’ up
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Everybody ’round me got a weapon
Yeah, all the soldiers to the front, get to steppin’ (Get to steppin’)
Chrome Heart jeans, T-shirt Envy
‘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 them, I’m workin’ to get ’em 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 (Hey), Miami (Hey), LA (Hey)
Dallas (Hey), Houston (Hey), Vegas (Hey), New York (Hey)
[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, rose gold on me, AP, this a skelly
Yeah, eighty-one 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
Darkskin bitch look like Kelly, she ready
I put my wrist in that bitch, 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, haha
[Verse 4: YTB Fatt]
Take all the bad bitches, fine shit gettin’ bigger
Happy for my last ho, she doin’ good, she fuckin’ a Clipper
A B-ball boy, five-star bitch, benched her
The bitch 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
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