[Part I]
[Intro: Camo!]
(CONCRETE)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Camo! & Lil Yachty]
I got the stick, like gum under the desk
Ditch the lil' niggas, come rock with the best
Got a bitch in the shower, fuckin' for hours, walk out pokin' in my chest
Step on me, you basically just threw the world peace, you Ron Artest
I been in a P for some years now
I know it's part of her script when she say I'm the best
Concrete Boys, working man diamonds, you know these bricks is flawless baguettes (Okay)
All these hoes crazy
I got a number like a week ago, I ain't even call her yet (Okay)
I'm in New York, finna mob with the bros
I'm riding with Jay, like my last name Knowles
Popping that shit, bitch, you needa come over
I'm creeping outside with a .30 exposed
Drop me a fo', get in my mode
She came over rantin', that wasn't the goal
Chargin' the Amex Platinum and Gold, like first and second, this shit getting old (Okay)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
It's us, everybody wanna wear my shoes
Top dog, bitch steppin' like ruff
Codeine in my cup, not booze
Outside, anywhere, untouched
Yeah, I hit lil' the ho, I'ma crush
Hunnid ball on my arm like a crutch
Play with us, we gon' t— ooh
Play with us, we gon' turn 'em dust (Woo)
Pop a X, it's gon' give me a rush (Woo)
Hit a ho, drop her straight on the stage (Woo)
I ain't even shower, had to, it's a must (Woo)
[?] have to, I'ma bust (Woo)
Creep like Matthew's, pop out the cut
Come to my crib, gotta take off your shoes
If you come to my crib, will you show me yo' butt?
[?] like I said, "Hut"
[Part II]
[Intro: DC2Trill]
(And the winner is PlaqueBoy—)
Mm
Mm-mm (Phew)
I'm Mr. Groove
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mr. Fuckin' Groove (Yeah)
Yeah, mm
Yeah (Phew)
R-I-C-H-E-S-T (Phew)
R-I-C-H-E-S-T (Bitches drainin')
R-I-C-H-E-S-T
R-I-C-H-E-S-T (Phew)
[Verse 3: DC2Trill]
Bitch, I'm the realest, I mean the trillest
Not even two pulled up a down, and count it to fifty
This was a regular lemon lime, now it's looking misty (Fuck)
They thought four pistols, hit 'em, but it's just a switchy
I told them put it in my hand like the Grow Sisters (I promise you)
He got eight dots on his head like he hang with Krillin (Phew)
Like he hang with Tien (Damn)
Niggas ain't talking 'bout cash, that's why I don't check my DM
IG Live, every day, but this nigga ain't livin'
On my neck worth five houses of middle-class livin'
Don't keep my glass half empty, my shit over spillin'
My shit over pourin'
Bitch gon' still come over, and she know I'm borin'
Buddy got his soul lifted, he was supposed to be scoring
He was supposed to be Robin
Well, I'm Batman, don't put my YN in no twitch, he the hat man
Nigga, shut up, 'fore yo' mama give me a lap dance (Phew)
[Verse 4: Draft Day]
It's the first round, baby, and I'm with 2T (Come on)
Bring your friends, tell them push up, they gon' drop it on three
Nigga was looking for some smoke, and all he seen was debris
Count that cash 'til my eyes closed, do this shit in my sleep
Get a metro bag and flip it, turn that bitch Siamese
'Fore I go out like a sucker, I got a trick up my sleeve
We pouring drink out the pipe like this, shit grow up on trees
GIA stones, I certify too much water on me (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't nothing in this life a promise, but I'm gon' guarantee
You better hustle 'til you can't no more, this ain't for the weak
You better practice what you preach
We on a real hot streak (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
It's the first, need it now, so why you waiting on me?
Real baller, we gon' to spend it, all the other shit be small fry
Mafia business, came in with some suit, I'm a stand-up guy, us
