[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Mm, damn (Damn)
(It's Raw when you need cash only)
Look
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
If I wasn't rappin', would've been doin' organized crime
All the doors just got a Chime
Cops pull us over, the gang say, "Drugs are mine"
I was beatin' CCs down, I triple up on drank every time
I clean out my place like move out day, my bitch can't get more fine
And she brown like pork and rinds
I go out like Barry Bonds, can never rat on none of my kind
Dissin' me, tryna get hot
Ho dropped the lo' again, have someone come and kill you in your prime
Say swear you ain't know these rappers bit my swag, you niggas must be blind
I'm one nigga that ain't hard to find, posted up same place every time
Man, the way we let them eat, can't do it, nah, nah, I'm done
It's 'Crete forever, gon' ride how I ride, still stickin' by my side
Don't get confused by the plot, I don't do too much talkin' outside
[Verse 2: DC2Trill]
If I wasn't rappin', I'd still be around rappers, I'd just take they shit after
Load the whole clip if I have to, cut that bitch off 'cause she last year
Me and the guys ridin' 'round, pourin' shit you can't afford
Your top hoes, we'd probably ignore (Bah)
She do lines in Prada store
But I can't judge 'cause I did four
Only difference, mine is poured (Pour me)
We both got lives, but mine ain't borin'
Pull up in disguise, trench coat
Whatever I do, he 10-4
I said, "Tread light," he tip-toe
I'm hand in hand like rent low
I'm geeked up, Winslow
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Everybody got ten toes, but everybody ain't ten toes
Can't believe you play Superman, I made that bitch my head-ho
Sign the dotted line, might get you a lil' advance like Alamo
She super thick, play patty cake, fuck with me from 10 to 4
You told me, "See you at the top," I've been at the top, but where you go?
Play around, get put in a box, don't give a damn 'bout who you know
Or who know you, teeth gold like I'm from the Nola
Ride 'round with all my soldiers, can't wait to give that boy exposure
It's us
[Verse 4: DC2Trill]
We got more drugs than the city of sin
A.m. geeked, wake up at 10
She gon' start departure at 9
Rally these bitches, we put 'em in line
Heard that nigga stand on eight toes, couldn't be mine (Mm-mm)
She done called me ten times, I still check in sometimes (Mm)
Pussy checked off a line, everything ain't for everybody (Fuckin' pussy)
I get high 'til I feel godly, nigga fucked up on his timin'
RPs in my body like vegetable soup
Nigga, I know I smoke more than Snoop
Threw my dog a alley-oop
Big diamonds, no couscous
Pussy (Mm)
[Verse 5: Draft Day]
Yeah (Mm, mm)
Yeah
If I wasn't rappin', the whip'd still be candy paint
I'd still pour up on drank, my cup purple and yellow like Kobe, number eight (Uh)
Big baguetties in the face (Yeah), Brabus truck, who wanna race?
Side bitch tweakin', switch hoes a day, make her change clothes for L and J
She gon' do whatever I say (Uh-huh)
And these diamonds not from Cape (On God)
Andy Reid, I'm callin' the play, flight to Dallas, I feel like Klay (Gone)
I'm a player, but I don't play
Nigga, especially about my pape' (Brr)
More white men in my pocket than the Klan (On God)
I got them young niggas with shiesty and hoods on, ready to spin it like a fan (Frrt)
It's 'Crete, we Can't Be Fucked With, 4PF like Lil Dann
All I gotta do is make one call, they gon' wrap 'em like saran
How the hell you ten toes when you ain't stick to the plan, pussy?
[Outro: Draft Day]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Us
