Wassup baby Come here, take a seat Take off your shoes at the door It's the concrete boys Let's get it It's us How you ain't know? Money from the floor (damn), stackin' tall as a buffalo (damn) Double o, money 'front of that In my right ear, [montear?] like I feed a [?] to a baby deer (bee) I run up fifteens for the minimal every year (go) I pour the wockesha in my [?] (damn, damn, damn) I put several bitches on a jet, take 'em out time Put 'em hoes on [?] sound (I—) I'm walkin' around wit' that f&n, I'm locked and loaded Fuck my new bitch [?] (yeah) Poppin' percs like prozac I've been turnt out to know that Give a fuck 'bout these niggas on (fuck) Call up [?] Scuffy braids, jim jones Ballin' out, nba Fuck what these rap niggas say, I am not intimidated [?] maybach, [?] I got her, damn, she was baited Concrete boys made that noise My brother's like: We're related It's us Mhm, eyes closed, ears wide open Fifty-million, put it on draft Fifty-million, I put it on dc, nigga Yeah Stop it Gotta fuckin' dig us The boys We gon' make it Niggas still hatin' My young niggas takin' And pour a two, that shit basic [?] we went to Colombia and replaced that wit' the braces I'm high, I put on auto-drive, I don't know if I'ma make it Brought two girls like it's two of me Walk in the spot smooth with ease Bling blaow, comin' off my wrist and it's concrete pieces (bling blaow) Heard your street car over, you was fined leasin' Panoramic view from the screen when we baggin' up H. Lorenzo shoppin': Aye, check the tag, nigga bag it up Ran off on the plug, he unconnected, trap laggin' up (damn) I know I can make six figures with this rappin' stuff Nigga fuck yo' gang, I'm with the 'crete You ain't one of us Forty-five, ninety-five, three of us Niggas ain't seein' us Stones on me, cool But you know I keep that heater tucked They doin' less money gain, we just get to spendin' (God) Got her askin' questions like: How the fuck y'all did it? Case closed, all us niggas ten toes wit' it (us) They ain't us, baby, we the ones who really did it (us) With ease, got the bag, I stressin' shit (stressin' shit) Spend a million on a car, we ain't stressin' it (stressin' it) Know it's 'crete till I'm six feet, gon' represent Know them boys pullin' up like the president Know that show sold out, got that shit sold up Yeah, we global now Baby, this shit bigger than us Yeah, you bitch ass niggas This shit bigger than Jesus Christ, amen You heard what I said, pussy ass nigga Come on, I know what it is It's us