Lyrics: Miles McCollum/Cameron Butts/Justin Daniels/Dillan Caster/Matthew Armijo/Caliber Cleveland
Music: Miles McCollum/Cameron Butts/Justin Daniels/Dillan Caster/Matthew Armijo/Caliber Cleveland
She on the ceiling at Magic
Pocket full of salad, pocket full of health
Lookin' like a sweet lick, **** around, rob myself
Other niggas besides me definitely get the belt, uh-huh
Countin' up blues, I'm wakin' up early
Pourin' up raw, that dish detergent
He in the game, we missed his jersey
Concrete gang, you know we lurkin'
Razor sharp, he might need surgery (Brrt)
Bust down her wrist, she buss it open
Back to the money, I'm Chapo, city gunnin'
Came in with my dogs, all bosses ain't bugdin'
Tried to chime in on a rich discussion (Yeah)
Been countin' racks out west, Cooper Kuppin'
Fall in the seat, it sit like a bucket (Frrt)
Fall in your city, the hoes start ****in'
Icebox love when we tell 'em the budget
Really because it ain't no budget
I had to take a few L's and I hugged it
Whole gang pull up 20K plus luggage
Big-ass stone, a golden nugget
Her waist skinny, the ass plumpy
First Round, Flage, let's get it jumpin' (Us)
Mudman, Miles, we all we **** with (Brrt)
Head was so good, I done bought her a puppy
Taxi cab, my weed be musty
Dusty bitch, but she had potential, I tuned her up now she can't be ****ed with
Might get a codeine mullet, nigga, **** it
I got a Glock by waist-box, nigga, I don't do no tusslin'
Pour up a twelve of Quay in root beer, this shit got me muggin'
She asked for cash, I said no, but I said it ugly (Bitch)
Ho', you ain't busty, you musty (Ha)
Kickin' my bitch with no crutches (Kick)
Straight out of park, Aaron Judge (Yeah)
Cadillac V, but if we push around? Presidential (Brrt)
This shit been stuck in my mental (Yeah)
I might go up in my interest, what's in my cup might offend you
Can't tell if it was heroin in my cup
It's in my cup, *** you
Uh, Psst
Ride with the best, baby
Ride with the boys, dummy (Phew)
Lean with the guys, ma
I'm the big dog, ma
Five-hundred bands in my paw
I ain't never been touched, starting to think I'm coleslaw
I'm finna plug in her butt, baby girl, take all your clothes off
My bad, off of a lean, I dozed off
Leanin' like I took left foot and chopped all of the toes off
I can't rock no fish bowl, I won't even take all the doors off
I put a bitch on a fish pole, get the opp's pin, we the bowling ball
Show the niggas the sauce, they done went in the cabinet and stole it all
I'm mobile with no roof, gold tooth, in the booth
****ed the bitch, loose screw, G6, footloose
Nigga, your rap career grossed a hundred dollars, get the **** up out the booth
I got cash, stuffed it in the mattress, like Ebo Sosa do
We'on give a **** if yall rob his goofy ass, not one of Lil Moe dues
We gon' ball with these diamonds too, I promise we them dudes (Mm-hmm)
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank (Uh-huh)
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank (Uh)
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank (Uh-huh)
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank, baby
First Round, what's on your mind?
Got some cash on the floor and some bitches in line (Yeah)
Shoulda' can't call her, I know these petty ass niggas be pinching on time
Yeah, I ain't nothing like these half ass niggas, I'on even pour half a line
"DC, I'm salty 'cause you ain't call me" Bitch, get in line
She wanna tat my name in her skin, 'cause she know it's First Round time
Yeah, hang his ass up on the rack, that boy dried up like pork rinds
I won't be the one to dismiss you, come get you an issue, New York Times
Had a trio out in Rio, but these hoes ain't mine
Concrete