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WE'RE BACK
Concrete Boys; Lil Yachty; Draft Day; Camo!; Honest
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Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Go
Workin' all night to the rise of the sun
How could you say I'm not one of them ones?
Hugin' the block with lean and guns
How could I hate on you? Life too fun (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Fuck a white bitch, think I'm fuckin' a nun
I seen a lot of them bitches, ain't none
If it's a problem, I'm never gon' run
When God made you niggas, they stopped makin' guns (Brrt)
Turnin' the beat up, unlimited funds
Fuck my ads, I got numbers to crunch (Grrt)
Real shit, all of my dawgs on big screens
This shit look like the Brady Bunch (Okay)
Niggas move like money, never did matter
That's a disaster (Go)
You hit my bitch? Okay, that's cool
'Cause she never mattered, that ain't my only (What else?)
Me and my son, I don't claim y'all boys
Y'all fuck niggas bastards tryna be on me
I was tryna be the nice guy
But y'all pushed me off the edge, destroyed lonely (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Check out my chain, it's celestial (Ooh)
And my diamonds, they colder than Cairo (Ooh)
And she eatin' my meat like a gyro (Ooh)
And I wreckin' that shit just like Geico (Ooh)
And she bad, bad, bad like Michael (Ooh)
I'm fuckin' a bitch on a cycle (Ooh)
Let me take that shit back like a typo (Ooh)
Let me take that shit back like a
And I'm callin' out shots like a bartender (Ooh)
Nigga stoppin' to stare like a car hit me (Ooh)
Nigga stoppin' to stare like, "Who is this nigga?" (Ooh)
Nigga stoppin' to stare like, "Who isโ" (Ooh)
It's the 66 nigga with the sick flow (Ooh)
Who be steppin' on shit like he Big Show (Ooh)
Put it all in your face like a dick pole (Ooh)
Till I drive from camo, that's my kinfolk (Ooh)
I promise you this shit ain't nothin' (Brrt)
SOS in the push of a button
Call up a plug and them boys get to rushin' (Brrt)
First-runner with flyers and honest (Sheesh)
Real rich shit, I'm just bein' modest (Brrt)
Go four hundred greens, who the hottest? (Ha)
USA, my bro stuck in the tropics
I'm in H-Town, got a top, need a rocket
Poured up some drank like it didn't grow diamonds
She ready to fuck, yeah, you know to come find me
My wrist in the air, she said, "Baby, don't blind 'em"
Motor come back, she wanna eat that katana
Twin in the city, still serve marijuana
They don't speak English, they out in Tijuana
Ride with a drum, they gon' rock out Nirvana
Better stay silent, it's death before dishonor
Do we got a problem? Gang be ready to buck
Cup in the air, I ain't never gave a fuck
Get it for the low, then we boost price up
I be ready to go, then I boot right up
Everybody with it, ain't kickin' no cup
Dog shit on us, but I'm far from a pup
She seen the stars, so I guess I'm good luck
Came in bouncin' in a double M truck
In the air, it's a bird, a plane, it's a god
Nah, baby, chill, this me (Shh)
I want the highest ride, niggas fall as fail
Knowin' that stunt ride deep
Baby, I was raised in the S-I-X (Six)
Ridin' 'round, new T-Rex (Yeah)
Six new seals on jets (Yeah)
Pop me one, I'm blessed (Oh yeah)
Feel like I remade rap (I did)
This that brand new crack (Woo)
This that lay your outfit over the bed first day back (Woo)
Give me that head, lil' girl, give me
That mouth, don't talk back (Yeah)
Realest and flyest, walkin' around in
My clouds, need Google Maps (Oh yeah)
White bitch thick like Iggy, uh (Grr)
Shooter got dreads like Ziggy, uh (Grr)
Gucci on me like Biggie, uh
Fuck who? I don't feel me, uh (Oh lord)
Slurred, I don't get tipsy, uh (Grr)
I'm fuckin' me a lil' gypsy, uh (Woo)
Cuffin' my hand like Pimp C, uh
The flyest label in the world
M1 clique
All us combined, fuck everyone bitch
All us combined, got thirty on hip
Pop out the pound like, "Air that bitch"
Air that bitch (Yeah)
Brrt, brrt, brrt (Yeah)
Brrt (Yeah)
Us, pussy
We're back
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