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Concrete Juice
Where we at with it? Detroit
Concrete Juice
227, Bully Boys
Concrete Juice
It's gang time, it's only us
My nigga, what else? Let's get it
Uh, why these niggas so mad at Blocc's for?
Shit, I don't know
Is it 'cause a nigga get his bag from Costco?
You got those from Costco?
In the kitchen with a bird on a hot stove
I can cook a brick with my eyes closed
But this chicken is served like Roscoe
In my Tahoe, ridin' 'round servin' custos, topside blow
Free Baby Pablo, screamin' "Fuck the Columbos and Donnie Brasco"
Tryna smoke me out the foxhole, they just mad I'm a don like Bosco
I put cheese on your head like a nacho
Is it 'cause a nigga get his bag from Costco?
Them cubs down in El Paso, finna meet me at the Del Taco
Was just in the mountains on a Chavo, out in Cabo with El Chapo
Me and Hector no Camacho, at the racetrack with Benny Blanco
Told him speed boat that shit back to me, ASAP Pretty Flacko
Sippin' Rosé, no Moscato, Costco, that's my capo
I'm the boss hog here, honcho, but the plug call me muchacho
Muchacho, el gato, yeah, I get 'em for the dus quatro
If them bricks flaky, we re-rock those
If them O's shaky, we can swap those
If them bowls stanky, we can pop those
Got that old lady for your nostril
I been off the inhaler since a snot nose
Tryna bang the hinges off the spot door
Woods walkin' on eggshells, young tippy-toein' on hot coals
Moonwalkin' in the cosmos, let's get it
Uh, why these niggas so mad at Blocc's for?
Shit, I don't know
Is it 'cause a nigga get his bag from Costco?
You got those from Costco?
In the kitchen with a bird on a hot stove
I can cook a brick with my eyes closed
But this chicken is served like Roscoe
In my Tahoe, ridin' 'round servin' custos, topside blow
Free Baby Pablo, screamin' "Fuck the Columbos and Donnie Brasco"
Tryna smoke me out the foxhole, they just mad I'm a don like Bosco
I put cheese on your head like a nacho
Is it 'cause a nigga get his bag from Costco?
You got those from Costco?
Hit the tropics, Ali Alejandro
I'm going, going back, back to Cali, Cali, nigga, pronto
For the marijuana for my vatos and the heroin up from Morocco
Down to Tijuana, now we outro to the Caribana in Toronto
Know you knew a couple niggas caught balls
My whip was grabbed by the croplow
Duckin' Lone Ranger on the desert trail
Strappin' mule down and call her Tanto
R.I.P. Cecil B. Santos, used to sell beans off of Montrose
Bad bitch remind me of Salma Hayek, say she overheard a nigga convo
When we was checkin' into the Hyatt, she was checkin' out my ensemble
Said her father's sentence got overturned
Where she come from, it's a lot more
Where the coca and the pot grow, we got more keys than a locked door
Reppin' brick life, shout to Zo Sheets
Boski, and Uncle Glasco, let's get it
Uh, why these niggas so mad at Blocc's for?
Shit, I don't know
Is it 'cause a nigga get his bag from Costco?
You got those from Costco?
In the kitchen with a bird on a hot stove
I can cook a brick with my eyes closed
But this chicken is served like Roscoe
In my Tahoe, ridin' 'round servin' custos, topside blow
Free Baby Pablo, screamin' "Fuck the Columbos and Donnie Brasco"
Tryna smoke me out the foxhole, they just mad I'm a don like Bosco
I put cheese on your head like a nacho
Is it 'cause a nigga get his bag from Costco?