(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
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(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
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
Writer: Dashawn Jackson, Justin Daniels
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Concrete Boys
From Album: It's Us, Vol. 1
Length: 1:40
Written by: Dashawn Jackson, Justin Daniels
Year: 2024