[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Wassup baby
Come here, take a seat
Take off your shoes at the door
It's the Concrete Boys
Let's get it
It's us (It's raw when you need cash only)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
How you ain't know? (Go)
Money from the floor (Damn), stackin' tall as a buffalo (Damn)
Double O, money front of that, in my right ear
[Montear?] like I feed a [?] to a baby deer (Bee)
I run up fifteens for the minimal every year (Go)
I pour the Wockesha in my [?] (Damn, damn, damn)
I put several bitches on a jet, take 'em out time (Neumm)
Put 'em hoes on X, beat them backs, Hit-Boy sound
(I—) I'm walkin' around wit' that F&N, I'm locked and loaded
Fuck my new bitch bow-lеgged (Yeah)
Poppin' Percs likе Prozac
I've been turnt out to know that
Give a fuck 'bout these niggas on (Fuck)
Call up Matty Boy, promise we is not rockin' the same Chrome (Uh, uh, bee)
Scuffy braids, Jim Jones, ballin' out, NBA
Fuck what these rap niggas say, I am not intimidated (No)
Post that Maybach on finsta, I got her, damn, she was baited
Concrete Boys made that noise, my brother's like, "We're related"
It's us
[Bridge: Lil Yachty & DC2Trill]
Mhmm, eyes closed, ears wide open
Fifty-million, put it on Draft
Fifty-million, I put it on DC, nigga
Yeah
Stop it
They gotta fuckin' dig us
The boys
[Verse 2: DC2Trill & Draft Day]
We gon' make it, niggas still hatin'
My young niggas takin', and pour a two, that shit basic
[?] we went to Colombia and replaced that with the braces (Phew)
I'm high, I put on auto-drive, I don't know if I'ma make it (Damn)
Pour two cups like it's two of me
Walk in the spot smooth with ease
Bling blaow comin' off my wrist and it's Concrete pieces (Bling blaow)
Heard your street car over, you was fined leasin'
Panoramic view from the screen when we baggin' up
H. Lorenzo shoppin', "Aye, check the tag, nigga, bag it up"
Ran off on the plug, he unconnected, trap laggin' up (Damn)
I know I can make six figures with this rappin' stuff
Nigga, fuck yo' gang (Phew), I'm with the 'Crete, you ain't one of us
[Verse 3: Draft Day]
Forty-five, ninety-five, three of us (Yeah)
Niggas ain't seein' us
Stones on me, cool, but you know I keep that heater tucked (Phew)
They doin' less money gettin', we just get to spendin' (God)
Got her askin' questions like, "How the fuck y'all did it?"
Case closed, all us niggas ten toes with it (Us)
They ain't us, baby, we the ones who really did it (Us)
With ease, got the bag, I stressin' shit (Stressin' shit)
Spend a million on a car, we ain't stressin' it (Stressin' it)
Know it's 'Crete till I'm six feet, gon' represent
Know them boys pullin' up like the President
Know that show sold out, got that shit sold up
Yeah, we global now, baby, this shit bigger than us
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, you bitch ass niggas
This shit bigger than Jesus Christ, amen
You heard what I said, pussy ass nigga
Come on, I know what it is
It's us
