Concrete Boys - It's Us, Vol. 1 Album Lyrics

In the party with the pill sniffers, yeah
I'm in the back with the hard hat members, yeah
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers, yeah
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch that say she don't like n- (go)

Pointers on (yeah)
Point me to the-, uh
Point me to the bag (yeah) (psst)
Point me to the bag
P-P-Point me to the bag (ah)
P-P-Point me to the-, uh
P-P-Point me to the bag (yeah)
Point me to the bag (pussy)
I'm with the same gang, geekin' on propane
You already know the name, okay (with the 'Crete) (exactly)
Yeah (move), yeah (move), yeah (step), yeah (move)
Yeah (move), yeah (It's Us)

Yeah, I'm in the party with pill sniffers (psst)
I'm in the back with the hard hat members (psst)
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers (psst)
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch that say she don't like- (shh) (go)

It's Us
Uh
Yeah

All eyes on us, I f*ck up a sack, we beat up the trust (yeah)
All eyes on us, like I'm Makaveli, got hoes on the bus (yeah)
Think you can f*ck with the 'Crete?
You back on that dust, you back on that dust (mm-hmm)
I wanna f*ck in her thoughts
I'm not gonna rush, I'm back on that Tuss' (mwah)
F*ckin' this bitch and her friend
Together, I gave them hoes ten-thousand bucks (mommy)
Ah, shucks (oh), you rarely catch me in the tucks (okay)
You can see into my hood like we had a safe place for the Klux (yessir)
Who they talkin' 'bout? I'm too good, this shit not luck (talkin' 'bout)
F*ck what they talk about, I'm walkin' out, ain't got my bucks

F*ck what he talkin' 'bout, he slappin' his hand, that's not my mans
Bitch didn't know my shirt was two-thousand bucks, it ain't have no brand
I told her slide to the crib, whole time I was plottin' on her friend
They look at me like a shark in the water, I'm movin' around with that fan
Flippin' a check on his bag, I f*cked up the rims, the way that I bend (skrrt)
Bend that lil' bitch in the Benz, they like, "Camo, where you been?"
Okay, I've been gettin' rich, yeah
I'm in they ass like a switch, yeah
Breakin' the bank, I cut deep in that bitch, need a stitch, yeah
Red light on him, red dot on him, how could I miss, yeah
I never see my opps in the bank, they ain't on shit, yeah

It's Us
It's The Concrete Boys
It's The Family

Mwah

I'ma block his number if he triple text (Booo)
You could take me shoppin', but you still can't get no sex (the f*ck?)
Nina liked my chains, but told me I need a watch next (yeah, yeah)
Folks seen I got heart and put me in a Chrome Rolex (go, go)
Why these bitches mad at me? Because I'm goin' up (not da 2)
Don't call me a car if you not gettin' me a truck (yeah, yeah)
She said she got next, but she not movin', think she stuck (okay)
I'm my daddy daughter, I ain't ever been no punk (KB)
Punk, punk, punk
Never been a ho
If my sister get to actin' sloppy, then its time to go (yeah, yeah)
Talkin' on the beat, I give a f*ck? ('Crete)
They think my iron low (Us)
Just got off the flight, I'm in L.A., I'm finna like Lil Moe (damn)
Bitches chasin' dick, and that's exactly where they lost me (okay)
I just sold a script of Percs' for double what it cost me (okay)
I dropped my first song, in the same day the label called me (damn, damn)
Know these niggas fragile, so I'm lettin' them down softly (it's Booo)

Where yo daddy at? Bitch, where yo' daddy? (Where he at?)
Bitch say she got smoke with me, I respond, "What the addy?"
I pull up in black truck, GMC, or I go Caddy
Happily alone, because these bitches go out sadly
Somebody tell Nat' to let me help her produce Baddies (go)
Fifty-thousand plus around my neck, it shine like Stanley ('Crete)
They mad that I'm rappin' to get bread and feed my family (damn, damn)
Tired of you hoes, that's why I'm always poppin' Addys (Us)
Where yo daddy at? Bitch, where yo' daddy?
Bitch say she got smoke with me, I respond, "What the addy?"
I pull up in black truck, GMC, or I go Caddy
Happily alone, because these bitches go out sadly
Somebody tell Nat' to let me help her produce Baddies (go)
Fifty-thousand plus around my neck, it shine like Stanley ('Crete)
They mad that I'm rappin' to get bread and feed my family (damn, damn)
Tired of you hoes, that's why I'm always poppin' Addys (Us)

KB

Huh, beatin' up that kitty, so saditty, got her wet like rain
I touch down I light a pane, I don't gotta talk, I don't need to explain
Pull up, had a block beatin', thots creepin'
Mr. Do It All
I might slip, won't fall
When it get tough I know who to call (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, pfft, brand new Patek
She sippin' Moet, she mo' wet (brrt, okay)
I been goin' over lines like poets
Got some Wock' in stock, diamonds po' it (yuh)
Spend twenty-kay cash on a bet, yup
I'm grippin' the sawed-off shawty with both of my hands, like I'm ambidex
Pew, aimin' it right at your chest

No you can't get a call-back or text
Pushin' that shit, know we next, huh
I'm on them motherf*ckin' necks, huh
Need all of mine, go collect, yeah
Pussy you heard what he said? Yeah
I'm geekin' and rollin' on meds (yeah)
I brought that bitch back to the bed
I'm closin' the door and she open her legs

Huh, I got her bestie with me, I didn't want to f*ck I jus' got the head
Huh, rich forreal, I made me a fifty before I had rolled out the bed (on God)
'Crete strong boys ('Crete), we been makin' noise, you know we gon' get to this bread
Huh, motion gang, shawty, we really too litty these niggas be pussy they scared (brrt)
I f*cked on lil' shawty, I built up her body, now she wanna see the kid win (flash)
My dawg tote a Glock he ain't boxin', the only thing he finna punch is a BIN

Huh, my twin put a box on a FN (switch)
He play with them birds like a pelican (brrp)
Big ass thumbs on that skeleton
Mob style plates with a suit on, bitch, I'm tied in (kill, kill, kill)
You know in your heart we got it on lock, bitch, we dialed in (ha)
Shit, them members just walked in (shit)

All of my brothers is locked in (yeah)
My new car came with some options
I'm in Houston with a bitch from Boston
Buy me a Cuban Link just to put rocks in

Don't get lost in that motherf*ckin' sauce then
Outta here no space cadet, on Pluto and I see the future
I'm shinin', I told her to cuddle my motherf*ckin' wrist

Ha, yuh, huh
It's Us

Mm
Mm-hmm

I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member (it's raw when you need cash only)
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'

Bitch it's big taker, I beg your pardon
Niggas softer than my loafers, when they be all Marni
They forgot I used to be crooked, I keep this shit so proper
I forgot I hit this bitch, he made this shit so awkward
I just got off tour, I forget the names when I be sober
Is it Britney, Lisa, Tanequa, or Fiona?
The way I spread this cash out, you can tell that I'm the owner
Got 'em for a good price, I'm quick to push up on 'em

I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'

You steady talkin' (mm)
Never white chalkin' (mm)
We been bread hoggin' (mm)
Bullets make him dance like he at the Sadie Hawkins (mm)
Dog kick in his door, can't see his face Martin the Martian (okay)
Keep them feds up off 'em (mm)
Oh you're on your cycle? Let me get the head up off then (mm)
You heard what I said about you (mm), its boostin' your ego probably (mm)
6:26 in the mornin', rollin' on Molly, grindin' my teeth (yeah)
You was the one for the likes, you got demoted, just like Kareem (few)
I'm dickin' down my fiends, bitches need it proper (yeah)
Mouth 24 carat gold like silk shocker (mm)
Tell a brodie, "Stay up out the streets and be a doctor" (mm)
I bought my bag these white folks lookin' at me like I had vitiligo (mm)
I just took to G6, I'm spinnin' just like Serrato (yeah)
Cup full of red, don't let my bitch drink Reposado
Us

I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'

(Huh, go)
L.A. Reid (go), shit was epic (go)
Smoke some weed (smoke some), pop a bean
L.A. Reid (L.A), shit was-, mmm
L.A. Reid, shit was epic
Smoke some weed (smoke some), pop a bean
Pop a bean (pop 'em), pop a bean (pop 'em)

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Okay, yeah

Penny on penny, lieutenant
Steppin' on swag and I'm in it (I'm in it)
F*ck what they sayin', I'm in it (yeah)
F*ck what they sayin', I'm in it
F*ck what they sayin', I'm menacin'
Told 'em, "Keep this shit music" (yeah)
Told 'em, "Keep this shit music" (phew)
They'll probably take my Cuban
Uh, bitch, and that shit was movin' (yeah)
Nobody vouch what you doin'
Nobody stamped your face (yeah)
Wake up at four, yeah, niggas is takin' our space
Takin' our space, niggas is takin' our-
All of that acne make sense, 'cause you been f*ckin' up your face
F*ckin' up your face, f*ck shit on your face
F*ckin' up your name, drove it all through the mud

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I hate to break the news, but nobody heard of ya (yeah)
I hate to break the news, but nobody heard of ya (yeah)
I hate to break the news, but nobody heard of ya (heard of you)
I hate to break the news, but nobody heard of ya (yeah)
Yeah

'Crete
It's Us
I'm not the two
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the-

Which one you workin'?
All the plug fakin' ain't doin' no good, could tell that you're real life hurtin'
Mmm, he said this pussy is OX Bar
But he gon' sing in the cop car, gun in my boot, I'm an outlaw

Mwah, go, your bitches are mad
The bitches are mad, the bitch is back
Get in the whip, bitch
Get in the whip, bitch
Get in the whip, bitch

I study these rap bitches, they tell me exactly what not to do
Can't stunt on that block with you
You gotta know that I don't rock with you
I got a lil' top from dude
Then blocked the dude, then swapped the coupe out (ooh)
I dropped the roof, overnight riches, I popped out
Bitches talk down, but won't pop out
Dissin' online and that cop out
Rockin' some merch that you can't find
Back in the bank line, I gotta make me a whip jaw
Bitches on dick thinkin' that they can f*ck with me
I think it's time for some whip jaws

Your bitches are mad
The bitches are mad, the bitch is back
Get in the whip, bitch
Get in the whip, bitch
Get in the whip, bitch
(What the f*ck?)

Yeah, bitch, I'm ready to trick, huh
Them niggas ain't standin' on shit
I'm always stylin' like a lick
No choice, we came from the bricks
Come from the low income, I got a green thumb, I'm countin' up digits
I'll f*ck up a sack on titties
My bitch got faith like Biggie
I never put the bank last, bitch, my name not Iggy
I mean Azalea, shit we doin', can't be said on the cellular
These bitches be digs and failures
These niggas still livin' in 2016
I'm gettin' the bag by any of y'all means
Man, f*ck it, I'm tryna raise hell in here

Stupid, haha
They know it
It's a five letter underscore
Figure it out

(Hey)
Catch us in and out, we movin' tact', these niggas don't stand on business (brrt)
Ready for war right now 'bout the 'Crete
I ain't playin' 'bout mine, put it all on the unit ('Crete)
Movin' in silence, don't talk, rather do it
Countin' these racks, gettin' fly, rockin' Junior
Wannabe, yes, I'ma call you my junior
I can see they runnin' gimmicks (see that shit)
Cross me once, it's up, you finished
They gon' show they true intent (hey)
All my members gon' represent (slatt)
Showin' out, gon' throw my set (yeah-yeah)
If we say it's up, then it's stuck then (it's stuck then)
Know they scared, they bluffin' (know they bluffin')
Watch me stand on all ten (bitch, on all ten)
Nigga, this shit no pressure

(Flage)
Hundreds keep stickin' together, a bitch I need, I ain't met her
My old bitch wanted to live in my skin, I had to motherf*ckin' shed her (go)
Big F.N., I left it at home, today I'ma tote the Berretta
Redbone bitch on my dick, I treat her like my soda, I'm makin' her redder
Yeah, the Hellcat is geeked, G-Wagon shit on the Jeep (phew)
Thought you was playin' for keeps, my diamonds white like bleach
We brought the sand to the beach, none of the whips is a lease
Open your legs, let me breach (yeah), I brought the pill in two pieces
I'm standin' outside like recess, my Cartier frames like Reese's
My brother keep turnin' his water to Wock', I'm startin' to think his name Jesus (hee)
My rear views look like the Pistons (bee), I keep doin' that shit that you wishin'
Got this rub on my neck like religion, when we walk in, they stand, attention

I've been sendin' bad bitches to college (mm-hmm)
I'ma dressin' person for easter (mm-hmm)
I've been mixin' the drink like baristas (mm-hmm)
Put her head to my legs, like Bautista (Damn)
Yeah, they suckin' online
But see me in person and tell me, "It's real nice to meet you" (go)
My bitch really ain't got no ass
But look in the mirror, it's top ten features
I can't hang with these niggas
They don't be havin' many goals, like a game of FIFA
I'll f*ck on a bitch like Ari (okay)
I'll f*ck on a bitch like Aretha (okay)
Most y'all niggas ain't never been knew
When I bring up Safaris, y'all bring up computers
I sit front row for all of my shooters, in the court (phew)

Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (phew)
Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (phew)
Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (phew)
Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (phew)
Two hands, two eyes, yeah, okay
Said I got two hands, two eyes, ten whips (yeah)
Two hands, two eyes (damn)

Double seat, double mute (mm-hmm)
Penthouse with a view
Rappin' like the rent due
Leave a nigga balls blue (yeah)
It's Booo (not the-), and Drafty
I don't need no nigga for shit, bitch, I'm crafty

Sack pusher, yeah, baby, I'm a heartbreaker
All that rap cap sound good, but they pump fakin'
Risk takin', where it's at? Know your spot got took
Broke her back, she leavin' shook, in that water, I'm her bae
Real love man, I hug, them hate, by the 'Crete eye when I play
I can't waste no time, I'm chasin' these millions, lil' bitch, you want me to stay
Why the brokest nigga in the room with no motion got the most to say?
Always scream what you finna go do, poppin' outside but no one know you

I spot some broke bitches, I smell the perfume
I really hurt bitches, I really hurt dudes
I f*ck a sack up, I f*ck up Pro Tools
I never had stuff, I used to break rules
She buyin' swag and ain't pay homage, but it's past due
Don't put your hands on my neck, then put glass on it
Nigga called my phone up 'bout some thirties, almost passed on it
Rollin' off a X, touched my tongue, I almost gagged from it (bleh)

You know what I'm sayin'?
Concrete business
Niggas ain't is what we is
Nigga, don't bleed what we bleed, you know what I'm sayin'?
Think you the biggest 'til you come to a different league
You know what I'm sayin'?
Drank baby, shit
Concrete shit

All of us on four-lifers, your bitch is a one-nighter
I take me a piña Fanta, made that bitch look like Swiper
I could take the cash flow, build her up like Hasbro's
Get the shooters feet wet, camp out his house like Laszlo
I decline plenty features, I don't want parts in it
She on the X app, showin' her sex appeal, I never heart the shit
This ain't no video, I'm sparkin' shit, my cup filled up with darkness
Damn, another wire just hit, already pilin', just addin' it
I take a dub and just add to the kit
Postin' the gang got you mad at the bitch
Dropped on the tape and just add to the misses
Two hands, two eyes, and two bad bitches
One car, four seats, and six hoes with me
Want me two pints of Wock', no Tris
Came with the gang, tryin' to dock her didn't it
Anything change, I'm on Concrete business

Money over—, money over—
Money over bitches, that's the—
Money over— (It's us)

Money over bitches, that's the motto, what I said (Yeah)
Lately, I been stepping' on they motherf*ckin' heads
I'm with KARRAHBOOO and she forgot to take her meds
My new bitch ride me, like some BMX pads (Okay)
Uh, we don't f*ck around with the feds
Lookin' around, some niggas been holdin' me down since the start, yeah
Givin' the blick to partners, sleepin' up out of the Rick
Beatin' 'em off, I'll nеver switch on my side-bitch
Ho' just said so I could left mе on a high pitch
Then ran through twenty-five million and I'mma die rich
I got caught up in dirt, I had to switch my line quick
I hade a shy bitch, f*ck me like you high, bitch
F*ck me like you feel bad, my niggas died, bitch
F*ck me like you feel bad, my niggas locked down
Gotta know, I'm tryna f*ck you if you we eatin' out
She tied me up while sittin' down, I'm bustin' all on her gown
Dope boy like Jeezy, hand on that cup, movin' 'round like a
Ouija
I got two million put up, just like Peezy
Add another six, I'mma spend it, 'cause it's easy
New Maybach, inside look like Dreezy
Pretty lil' bitch, I put her picture on her Wheatie's
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Oh my God, what happened to you, my baby?
Life ain't work out for that boy, join the Navy
All of my bitches are unstable
She want a chain, then she gotta f*ck my label
He bein' nosy, we gon' rearrange his nasal
Them boys be hatin' on each other, Cain and Abel
I pull out a twenty-ounce with some maple
I put C's in her top like a—
Blurry vision, almost hope that Jesus grab the wheel
With my shiesty at my chest, like a young O'Neill
Bigger eater, all the tickets for you at the wheel
I will call any nigga out, I never film
Almost f*cked up the motor, I can not drive stick
But second' to a snitch, a nigga who switched cliques
I'm quick to flood my wrist, I'm quick to switch my bitch
I'm quick to catch my nut, I'm quick to make a bitch pissy
All the shit they got against me, ain't really do them no good
I pop the Rolls in the hood, I put the bitch up on the Curb
I cut a bitch head and treat her like Durk, I'm pissin' these rap nigga nerves
I'm runnin' around, steppin' in my all white fazos, like I'm Herb
I blame to come at fifty, I damn near spent it on my bitch
One-point-one, I spent on my teeth, that's college shit, legit

Money over—, money over—
Money over—, money over—
Money over bitches, that's the motto, what I said (Yeah)
Lately, I been steppin' on they motherf*ckin' heads

Yeah (phew, phew)
(Pssst)

Took her out the trap
I'm in and out the bank so much it startin' to sound like cap
Niggas try to peek my next move need a map
My brother do you like ordering water at a cheap restaurant and get you tapped
I just made a seven before ten like its craps
I just point a finger, they took strap out his lap
I can't control my niggas, what they do is what they do
Knowledge over money, you said I'm stupid, who the f*ck told you?
Put my fingers inside her holes, I'm tryna bowl you
Drop the pin right now, I'm on the way so I can show you
Fifty pints, touchdown, DC finna have a field day
Jewish people tryna crunch my numbers on what I pay
OVO Concrete tied in, we can't share, NDA
My bitch hate, I talk so much, but that's what gets the bills paid

Concrete in the double M, and no, bitch, it's not Minute Maid
Can't take my niggas nowhere, pourin' fours inside they lemonade
I like f*ckin' bitches that get money, it hit different
Fifty-thousand dollars on my neck and it hit different
My brother pistol like an athlete contract, made of money
Plus it came with extensions
You bitches movin' birds like you workin' for Benson
I was tryna f*ck, now I'm stuck hearin' her ventin'
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch

The hoes wish I was lesbian, these niggas think I am (ooh)
I don't ever leave amendments man (mwah)
Shoutout all my bitches gettin' rich off pics (mmm)
Grown men be on my dick, more than these bitches (on God)
Chrome Rolex, told 'em my timin' is different (mhm)
Two Cuban chains, I talked to God and he listened (damn)
Chasin' rap niggas be these bum hoes' mission
That's the reason I don't clique up with none of these bitches (okay, cool)
I been movin' with the guys, I'm the black sheep (who)
Nigga make a move on me, I shoot him in his meat (brrt)
Shoot him in his dick, walkin' with a baby stick (prr)
Big BOOO, I'm not the 2, I'm rockin' old Rick (prrr)
All in all, shit, now, bitch a whole lick
Solo steppin, I ain't ever had a culprit
Niggas say I'm gettin' on and bringin' up some old shit (okay)
You couldn't f*ck the rich BOOO if you tried, bitch (KB)

Concrete in the double M, and no, bitch, it's not Minute Maid
Can't take my niggas nowhere, pourin' fours inside they lemonade
I like f*ckin' bitches that get money, it hit different
Fifty-thousand dollars on my neck and it hit different
My brother pistol like an athlete contract, made of money
Plus it came with extensions
You bitches movin' birds like you workin' for Benson
I was tryna f*ck, now I'm stuck hearin' her ventin'
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah

High life, I just spent a bag, nigga, pour the Sprite
Typical shit, it's all on her story, but it's my life
High price, all I do is ball, but don't go in the mall
She focused on me, chasin' waterfalls
She ain't focused on y'all (I'm serious, dawg)

Laid up with you, I'm the one that she chasin'
Took me a pitch and I hit all the bases (I'm sayin', dawg)
Niggas was three Zs on me like I'm Haitian
Look nice in no clothes, only greetin' me naked (I'm sayin', dawg)
Turned up my player, could tell by my posture
Your son wanna be me, this shit gettin' awkward
If I try to be you, I empty my pockets
I got some sturdy things, shit outta stockin' (I'm sayin', dawg)
This is that new shit, these niggas can't copy
She bought that Tris and she say she can't stop it
Send for the others, fall in with my brothers
She said she want sushi, I took her to Cutter's (I'm sayin', dawg)
Shit, I'm makin' (?)
This bitch spent six figures on her body to come to the South and eat nachos
Take a good bitch and I shape her
She got a halo but I still play her (I'm sayin', dawg)

Playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, I'm way too playa (damn)
Playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, I'm way too playa (goddamn, what? Damn)
Playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, I'm way too playa (damn, goddamn)
Playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, I'm way too playa (shit, I'm a playa)

High life, I just spent a bag, nigga, pour the Sprite
Typical shit, it's all on her story, but it's my life
High price, all I do is ball, but don't go in the mall
She focused on me, chasin' waterfalls
She ain't focused on y'all (I'm serious, dawg)

Yeah
(Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah (We gon' be ok)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh

Keep bringin' it in, keep bringin' it in, keep bringin' it in
That bitch want my kids, I just went and put a new kit on a Benz, yeah
She want a percy, I gave her a 30, she get on her 10s
You know I gotta turn my bitch up, payin' for all her friends, yeah
You gotta aim a lil' higher, baby your man in the D league
He barely could get you a ticket, got you a seat in the nosebleeds
I'm ridin' around five percent tinted, baby who movin' as low as me
I bought you a chain and now you glisten, secrets out, they know it's me (yeah)
I gotta stick to my mission, I gotta move with it on me
I know that tryna find love in the club can get real lonely
You know I can never switch up on you, if the pressure was on me
If you leave me, baby
You'll be spendin' the rest of your life tryna clone me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ye, yeah, yeah, yeah, ye, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ye, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ye, uh-huh

She don't want no mans
She want do it herself (yeah)
I put a nigga on a shelf (yeah)
Like f*ck is you sayin'? (Yeah)
I'm packin' him up, I'm sendin' him home, that nigga get banned (yeah)
I had to show him the way to the door wit' a gun in my hand (frrt)
Just come to me baby (Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Just come to me baby, it's all in the plan (yeah)
In the back of the Benz, I'm spreadin' them hundreds, I'm makin' a fan (yeah, ha)
I got a two-stepper on me right now, so why would I dance? (Yeah, ha)
I see your man right now, so I know I got a chance (yeah, ha)

Keep bringin' it in, keep bringin' it in, keep bringin' it in
That bitch want my kids, I just went and put a new kit on a Benz, yeah
She want a percy, I gave her a 30, she get on her 10s
You know I gotta turn my bitch up, payin' for all her friends, yeah
You gotta aim a lil' higher, baby your man in the D league
He barely could get you a ticket, got you a seat in the nosebleeds
I'm ridin' around five percent tinted, baby who movin' as low as me
I bought you a chain and now you glisten, secrets out, they know it's me (yeah)
I gotta stick to my mission, I gotta move with it on me
I know that tryna find love in the club can get real lonely
You know I can never switch up on you, if the pressure was on me
If you leave me, baby
You'll be spendin' the rest of your life tryna clone me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ye, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ye, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ye, uh-huh

[Lil Yachty & KARRAHBOOO]
Bad bitch, know I'm too rich, want me to come on here
I make this type of shit to hang out and they trend
I make them niggas act right, we don't f*ck with them
On every Audemar I ever bought, it came factory
Same twenty, that was me, why they mad at me?
Hmm, niggas not 'Crete, bitch, obsolete (Hmm)
Quit your job before you think you can f*ck with me
Things on the Ford, plastic in my whores
Maybach truck be bouncin' up and down, it look like George
Beatin' up them ties and them breaks on the voyagе
Four wock, run into a Tesla, look like Porsche
Say my namе, think you can f*ck with me, you need to lore
I threw in lore, could've bought the ho' a Louis store
Rocked in a life and right out now, like revolvin' doors
But all y'all steppers up on your couch, make 'em do some chores
I feel like poppin' my shit today without any chorus
I walk around with fifty karats like I'm feedin' Bugs
I pour the tall cup of wock, hard not to chug
I was nineteen, doin' what they wish they could
I had bitches in and out, like a runway castin'
Don't put your mouth on it, baby, if you don't got no passion
I treat every nigga around me like my mom and Adam
They underestimate every time, I'm movin' right past 'em
I f*ck a bitch to three songs, I am not lastin'
I let them fours hide the beach, I'ma fly to Aspen
I told them folks that I was king, like I came from Akron
They act like they know what I mean, so I had to show 'em
I lost my brother and I know how Bret felt with Owen
I asked God to send a sign, and it started snowin'
I got known for my grill, like I'm Gary Coleman
Off of X, I get the feeling like them niggas on me
I'm a real geeker, pour the pint of wock in a clear beaker
Niggas want beef and become Angry Birds, niggas just tweeters
I'm a whole hitter, I'm a drink dumper
All my whips new, ain't never need no cable jumpers
Niggas are gettin' they ho' hit, just like No Jumper
I'm a flow shaker, I'm a bill printer
I'm a cash grabber, you an ass-kisser
Heard how y'all actin' in front of the hoes, this is not a desert
I dropped eight-thousand twice, on Bottega sweaters
I dropped eighty-thousand a hundred times, on different endeavors
Hit the strip, my bitch freezy, she change the weather
Okay, I heard the bars them niggas spit, but it wasn't clever
I'm solo steppin', don't need no friends, don't call my phone ever
This shit I'm teasin' on Margiela with the vintage leather
He came outside in Nike slides, how is he a stepper? (Ooh)

[KARRAHBOOO & Lil Yachty]
I got all these bitches scared and I could tell
Niggas hate that I'm not lady-like, f*ck 'em, oh, well
Nigga wanna f*ck with me, 'til I bring him to hotel
How these hoes can't even rap? Truth be told, sex sells
Y'all do anythin' for cheese, caught in the trap, every tail
All the bros around me solid, don't hop in the field and squeal
Ridin' in a dress
Don't want 'em lookin' at my pussy when I'm on they neck
I no longer evolve, so rich, they don't get my respect (Okay)
These niggas sensitive, on God, they act just like a bitch
These bitches talk too much, I never take them on a lick
He know he can't get pussy, he ain't spendin', I'm strict
They ask me who I f*ck with, truth be told, a short list (Go)
The coupe is dipped in piss, look like he beat it in flush
Okay, they act up to my jam, I'll show 'em who the real rust
It take a lot to impress me, it take a lot for me to blush
It break my heart findin' out these niggas broke, that's why I call 'em crushes (It's us)
My brother got lean, like you need crutches ('Crete)
Boujee, I wouldn't stick my show inside a duchess
Who is he? That nigga since Disney, paid Vanessa Hudgens
One finger, get that nigga gone, no bluffin'
Talkin' crazy, I could tell he on that coat, they roughin'
We go back and forth spazzin', Jeff and Lita
I can tell these niggas all snakes, like Nokia

[Lil Yachty]
It's us

Somehow these folks think this shit easy
Guess I make it look that good, I'm sippin' Wock', not Fiji
All my bitches needy, all my bitches need me
Bought one of them Birkin's, got the other Speedy's
The other one, for her birthday, rented out a tiki
She said if you down, then I'm down, nigga, you not leavin' me
Down bitch, for sure, I f*ck a white bitch any day
But I only have a baby with a brown one, that's for sure
I've been mixin' syrups, like I'm tryna kill bronchitis
On my fourth cup, I got the 'itis
All these sticks, baby boy, we the new Al-Qaeda
Dickin' down a ho' from Onyx
Yeah, geekin', I can barely speak, it sound like I been hooked on phonics
Ooh, I'm in love with sonics
Three much love from my gang
I'm in love with the fact I made it through the pain
I'm in love with the fact I'm not a stain
She in love with the fact I'm not her ex
Niggas was not around when I was strugglin' with Dex
Tryna apply the move, what's next?

Jumpin' out the Lex'
Get all my shoes a size bigger, just for bitches necks
I look at these hoes like pets
Look at these niggas like a dollar, I finesse them so bad
Probably thought I ain't have no father, need to get off your ass
Get off my dick and go get scholars, 'cause this rappin' ain't for you
Neither is flippin' a brick and neither go and flip food
Forget the first name, you bitches need to remember not the two
Us (brrt)

Flage
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (go)
Yeah, I turned up all my crew
'Crete made a million and recouped, I promise that's not new
Every Maybach new
Way before we had the light, I promise Boat still knew (what else?)
Every show price grew (facts)
Broke baby daddy gang, should've tied yo' tubes (facts)
Nigga, have some shame (yeah)
This shit on yo' name
Any rap nigga, go against the gang (it's 'Crete)
We gon' put some stars in the ground, make a walk of fame
Girl don't be ashamed you f*cked me and my homie, promise we is just the same (twin)
You is not no ho (nah)
If you knew what I know (what?)
I can't let you hold me down, I'm goin' up
I told her, "Let me go"
Bought her Prada bags, she gave me top, we went blow for blow
(I'm blowin' her hunnids she blowin' me, know what I'm sayin?)
Concrete Boys front row, f*ck it, front and center
Steppin' on whatever, pussy, let me know
Yeah

Many niggas left the earth, not many left a mark
I'll die for mine, I was in the dark
Like Bane, I'm tryna make it spark
Not only for me, this shit big, can't you see?
Open yo' eyes, I'm out yo' league
The block gettin' hot, five hundred degrees
Ready for war, seen blood on the leaves
So many carats in my ear, niggas ain't talkin' bout shit that I need
She want me to trick, then plant my seed
Can't play with you bitches, got mouths to feed
Married to the money, guarantee
All the finer things, treat me like a God
Give you everything but don't lie to me
Obviously it's time for me, the clock keep tickin', I'm bound to be
They sparin' none of you niggas or bitches
This shit get wicked, my minds a G
A hunnid percent Concrete, all my niggas'll die for me
Grammy family and they know it's us, tryna get that nominee

Got the green thumbs, finna plant these Goddess seeds and let 'em grow
Thought it means somethin', I got the neck, I done forgot the ho
Give her 'bout a hour, she sold the power, she done took a test
He ain't want the funk, why keep claimin' shit? There was too much pressure
Walked up in the store three hours ago, shit I'm still in it
Shit can't be that real, made to many reals, all them folks up in yo' business
Date we had was sold, dog, crack me a seal, it was so appealing
I done became me a master, done run it up faster, but leave it, the first one witness
All I did was stay down
All you had to do was stay
I don't got no piles with me, 'less that shit begin with pape'
Ho, yo, reup on the lake, forgot that bitch was on the way
How many times I told you we next?
What if I told you we started today
Pussy

It's Us
Forever
'Crete
Oh
Know I'm bound to die for mine
Know I'm-
Know I'm bound to die for mine
'Crete
Know the way it goes
Keep your head high, stay ten toes
Bound to die for mine
I'm bound to die for mine
'Crete

My luck is better than ever
Hate don't phase me, never
Feel like I might be the best
I feel like I'm really gettin' better
Ahead of the hoes on schedule
This many hoes ain't regular
I go by young T. Edison
I made the team some lettermans
Just to remind them we ball
Just to remind them we ball (and this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Baby, we ball (swish)
Baby, I ball (swish)
Just remember (swish), we ball (swish)

Pimpin' ain't easy
But I make it look so, so easy (so easy)
And, now, believe me
My real life like TV (flexin')
It's just me and Gi-Gi (flexin')
It's just me and KBooo (God)
How you go around and steal swag, then turn around and forget who taught you? (You)
Pimpin' ain't easy
But I make it look so, so easy
And, now, believe me
My real life like TV
It's just me and Gi-Gi (on God) (flexin')
It's just me and KBooo
How you go around and steal swag, then turn around and forget who taught you? (You)

Can I get this out yo' way
I can style, I don't play
Give it to me now, I can't wait
If I f*ck now, would I have to pay?
Gimme that half a ticket, I will pay later
Chauffeur in that Rover
Wockhardt in the yogurt
Neck froze like a split fur
I forgot to treat you, let me get in your mind
It's Us

Pimpin' ain't easy
But I make it look so, so easy
And, now, believe me
My real life like TV (flexin')
It's just me and Gi-Gi (flexin')
It's just me and KBooo
How you go around and steal swag
Then turn around and forget who taught you? (You)
Pimpin' ain't easy
But I make it look so, so easy (God)
And, now, believe me
My real life like TV (flexin')
It's just me and Gi-Gi (flexin')
It's just me and KBooo
How you go around and steal swag, then turn around and forget who taught you? (You)
(On God)
(Swish)

[Camo!]
It's us

Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit
Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas
All-white body, but it's not a Lexus
My cup look a lil' red-ish
Purple inside a yellow Fanta, now it's like Cameron Reddish
She told me she's not that flexible, neither is my schedule, we still gon' check it
I treat the money like messages, keepin' it blue like I still ain't read it
Crosses on my glasses, f*ck all thе opps, we fastest, make 'еm past tense
Bitches treatin' me just like Phat Farm, my name on all they asses
Nigga flexed his chains, I held my hands up and made invisible glasses
And I still couldn't see it
Treat a broke nigga like we playin' freeze tag, 'cause I just couldn't be it
Treat the pussy like a janky friend who broke somethin', f*ck it up and leave it
She wanna be 31, gotta stamp it up in ink
She like forty-two, I'm just like you without the drink
Concrete diamonds, lay our chains on the ground and make a skating rink
My mans will slap a nigga at the award show like I'm Jada Pink'
Yeah, U-S in my bio like I love my country
First M loadin' up right now, bitch, I can feel it comin'
First thing off the bat, I can't love a nat, it's just a nat
My stepper can't be televised, he's known to twitch like Kai Cenat
All of my ropes is gold, I'm usin' them bitches to tie up the sack
I hit the bitch from the side, can't risk her diggin' her nails in my back
Boat and DC poured so much Wock' in the pop, the soda went flat

[Lil Yachty]
I was runnin' through pints in two days
All of my hoes go two ways
I been that nigga since daddy had Nextel two-ways
Never consent to a due date
My white bitch like my credit card, my Black bitch like my blue face
I hit a bougie bitch that tried to take me on a police chase
Me and my mom got matchin' watches, hers just got the new face
Stuffin' hundreds in a piggy bank like it's a flower vase
They claimin' I gotta be kin to Ma$e
I need to find Jesus like him
So I can sit down with him and tell him I wanna be just like him
One gold tooth like Tyson
White bitch look like Tyson
Stackin' up chicken like Tyson
Way I been carryin' these niggas, real soon, I'ma have me a back like a bison
Late night, I call up my Dyson
Squeeze it real tight like a python
Twenty-six bitches in Mastro's
Doggy walk down in his day clothes
Had too much hair for a ski mask
Every rap nigga was a Benz, we know who would be a Maybach
And who we'd consider the E-Class
I don't do GFs unless they gon' give me a cheat pass
Ride with this blick on my hip for so long, it done damn near gave me a heat rash
At twenty-six, mama told me daddy wanted abortion
Imagine the loss of the fortune
The thought of that had me scorchin'
The thought of my mama goin' nine-to-five all 'cause of an unready boyfriend
These niggas be talkin' 'bout steppin', that's somethin' I just don't recall
Just like the Dallas and Hawks game
I woke up and felt like I didn't want to share and I'm takin' back all of the portions
I wish I had time to handle you niggas, 'cause we would've brought back extortions
I know what they think 'bout the nails, the motive these niggas is constantly forcin'
Niggas is overly gangster
Protectin' an image they don't even own, these niggas do not know the answer
It's us

[DC2Trill]
Solid to the bone, Concrete structure, they know what we on
Ain't goin' back and forth with these niggas, dog, they vehicle is they only home (Damn)
I keep all blues like a Jazz player, call me Karl Malone
He ain't give the pape' up yet? It's cool, he got late fees
Who the f*ck gave me these twenty-dollar bills? Dog, I hate these (F*ck)
Cyclin' foreign whips on expensive trips like an eight-speed
Ain't stuntin' none of these broke hoes, blackout curtains on my windows
Sip, sip, quarter piece of Benzo, H. Lorenzo (Yeah)
Chauffeured 'round in Caddys, dog, I got this from my ten toes
Smashed her on Fat Tuesday and left her in the NO
Grew up where the goons pray, I'm knowing how this shit go
Real Lakeside baby, I do it for my kinfolk

[Draft Day]
Tell me what's the word, you must not heard, I'm stormin' by demand
I promise that we tied in, when shit get tough, I know the 'Crete gon' hold me over
Every day, I'm gettin' closer to my dreams
They runnin' schemes, but won't trick me up out my spot, I earned my rank
She throwin' twat in exchange for funds and fame
Your favorite rapper real life lame
The truth hurts, charge it to the game
I'm not impressed, we're not the same
How you flexin', but livin' check to check? You better come correct
They know it's us, in full effect
Any disrespect, my stepper right direct
Cleats on, Concrete Nikes
I don't care if you don't really like me
I know Bankstone right beside me
They say it's love, but I feel despised
I see the pain, I could read the lies all between the lines
Man, free the guys
R.I.P. the ones who ain't crossed that line to the other side
I'm in prime time
My life in the sunshine
First you get that money, then that power, the world is all mine
Yeah, nigga, huh
It's us
Man

[KARRAHBOOO]
Ain't no nigga that I trust to knock off the dust
Walk with that sack under my arm, 'cause stackin' up a must
I crushed the Perc' into the Tuss', too geeked up to fuss
Move like a boss, I'm not like them, they doin' such and such
I was sellin' lemonade while y'all would double dutch
I used to scam, I used to trap, I never cuddled much
Out 'til the a.m., scratch my plans, I never settle much
I slipped on pimpin' once
You asked for hoes, I brought 'em round and you ain't flip 'em once
Got all them guns put in your name and you ain't grip 'em once
He sent the money for some pints, but I ain't ship not one
It's KARRAHBOOO, I'm not the two, you gotta know I'm up
I heard you been say you the one, I guess it never stuck
I'm too stuck-up just like antennas, don't let me get the signal
Up late like I'm Jay Leno
I move around with third-strike criminals
You get the memo
It's us

(Grow up, nigga)
Ooh
Ayy

Applyin' straight gas, nigga want pressure
We gon' get on his ass
Fill his lungs with smoke, I'm off dope, I got some codeine too
Racks in my pocket, they pink and they blue
OVO 'Crete, bitch, we tied in for real
Big stones, jade boogers
I ain't got the for that Patek for real

My only focus is closin' out deals, these niggas be cap they ain't in it for real
We set the trends but you knew that already
My only focus is countin' this fetti
She's off spaghetti, I know that she ready, this FN too heavy, I ride with that blick
My doggy with me switch hits and shit
Spent three racks, while I piss on my fit
Tell 'em go add up the rest, know that these niggas they know they not us
I'm so 'Crete, baby, to the flesh
Anytime you say my name, mention the best
All of the other bullshit, put it to rest
I can give two f*cks, what they really talkin' 'bout
Cheat code to this money, we never runnin' out
When I pop out, bitch you know that's it's me
Pull up and show it out, need me a cut
She want a BBL, I want a billion
Top tier treatment, not a regular civilian
Any city, any place that I go, we good
Boss status over stood
These niggas ain't say what they would do (huh, nigga)
Niggas gotta do better (pussy)
Thought you woulda coulda should ass niggas lied, they don't really get it
Just sit back and listen
Yeah

Applyin' straight gas, nigga want pressure
We gon' get on his ass
Fill his lungs with smoke, I'm off dope, I got some codeine too
Racks in my pocket, they pink and they blue
OVO 'Crete, bitch, we tied in for real
Big stones, jade boogers
I ain't got the for that Patek for real