[Part I]
[Verse 1: Draft Day]
Head-first, I limbo, I'm back in the 'Raq
Go get you some money, get turned to a pack
They was sleepin' on us, we done brought the 'Crete back
Only speakin' true facts, the First Round, I'm back
Fuck what you heard, pussy, all that shit cap
We the ones pushin' the wave and the gap
Shit back blazin', got it hot on the map
Better treat this rap shit like your motion in trap
There's no other choice in this game but to snap
I don't know nothin' else, you gon' fail or adapt
I'm back talkin' money, it fell in my lap
She told me she love me, I'm cashin' hеr out
Widebody 'Ghini, cut the traction right out
If you werеn't seein' me, I'm droppin' the dot
The story just started, let's thicken the plot
If you ain't all in, better let me know now
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Ain't nobody bigger than the program
Crank your top like a ice cold soda can
Caddy V all-white, I'm with Dirty Dan
Hit the pedal, shit loud as a soccer chant
And I'm nervous as hell, I keep nina with me, we steady be holdin' hands
Old school fox, widebody, all-white with a stripe, lookin' just like a bowlin' pin
Eyes wide, courtside, ain't gotta say it, you know it's him
Twin all black like he Opium
Now twin just full with them opioids
Woofin' in your close friends, get shot in your ass like performance steroids
Thick white bitch with orange hair, lookin' just like the lead in Paramore
My angels look just like Drew Barrymore
These new niggas all a parody
If you don't drop your nuts, what you livin' for?
It's the 'Crete steppin' all on your motherboard
Young nigga tougher than Otterbox
Me and my niggas don't split the pot
We treat the backend just like at Equinox
It's us
[Part II]
[Intro: Camo!]
31 'Crete, IPS boys
We only lookin' up to God and niggas with a billion plus
Other than the guys, ain't no soul I trust
It's us
[Verse 1: Camo!]
Man, life been goin' great, I'm coppin' the lean by the case
I'm treatin' these hoes like Rolex, whenever I want to, switch the face
I'm killin' these beats, I'm goin' to work like SpongeBob, servin' bass
Got so many Chrome Heart crosses, I'm finna change my life like Mase
These niggas too broke to stand next to me, give 'em a crutch, let 'em walk with a brace
Your card declined, embarrassin', but imagine I said it like Drake
Some of them niggas, they steal they swag from us, this shit gettin' bigger than the Met
How dare you try to talk cash with me, you a four-figure nigga like Brett
I would forfeit a finger for gang, on God, I'm puttin' in pain for the set
I done took risks all my life, like I don't know how many chances you get
Cut these niggas in the pan again, they all start panickin'
All of my niggas done got rich up out the Concrete mansion
[Verse 2: DC2Trill]
I done popped out fresh ass hell again, ain't use no mannequin
Once you show too many bitch traits, can't be no man again (Woo, pussy)
I'ma need 'em by this afternoon, wrist rubber bands again (Need it, drank)
Bitch, I'm wild as Taliban, I heard Cash don't know your hand (I need this drank)
ITF, they heard again, they brought 'em back, got murked again (Fuck)
My cup in the murky ends (Woah), the bitch hit my Paris friend
Lil Moe angers, he perishin'
I walked in parallel, walked out like the letter L (Leavin')
But I ain't never catchin' 'em (Promise you)
Five stories in the crib, ain't tell no fairy tale (Yo)
If the tooth fairy come to my house (Yo), nigga, I'ma need like half a M (These diamonds)
Maybach truck tires, caught her self-slashin' them (Stupid)
I'ma walk outside and put my drank up in the air (Stupid, fuck on)
Feel like Pootie Tang, I ain't sayin' nothin' else (Mm)
Fuck (Solitaire)
Feel like Pootie Tang, we givin' niggas belt (Whoopings, whoopings, whoopings)
Solitaire
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