[Verse 1: Draft Day]
Huh, concrete baby (Concrete)
Money on my mind, we need this shit, it drove us crazy
Double up that pack, I need that back, that shit out front, no need to be blunt
I don't give a fuck if it was fourth and whatever, lil' nigga, we still wouldn't punt
Nigga, we still wouldn't fake kick it
[Interlude: Draft Day & DC2Trill]
Huh, fake-ass (Why would I?)
Huh, fake-ass (Why would I?)
Huh, fake-ass nigga (Why would I kick it?)
Yeah, why?
These niggas ain't gettin' no money for real (FWP shit, nigga)
[Verse 2: Draft Day]
On your second strike, he ready to snatch shit like he Swiper (Swipe)
Book bag to the front, he don't give a fuck, he going striker (Shit)
It ain't nothin' but fine shit in here, I'ma Roddy pipe her (Hot)
Fifty floors, stunt man, I'm a real sniper (Fifty, fifty, fifty, stunt man)
Leather soft, Bottega biker
Finesse like MJ, but I'm both Michaels
I've been in rows with most of my idols
They can't come 'cause I earned my title
I got this shit from the dust, she gon' suck 'til I bust, know it's us 'til the dust
If it ain't 'bout family business of 'Crete, it ain't nothin' to discuss (Huh, 'Crete)
[Chorus: Draft Day & DC2Trill]
It don't matter how big your name is, anybody can get touched
Nigga, huh, anybody, anybody (Who?)
Anybody, anybody (You)
Anybody, everybody (Ooh, pussy)
Yeah, anybody, every— yeah
[Verse 3: DC2Trill & Lil Yachty]
Double-stack my Sprite, I turn my deuce to four
Double-stack these hoes, double-stack my drank and sip some more
Double-stack my wrist, it be black outside, it still hit (B.R.A., B.R.A.)
White diamond kit, it's too black outside, I'm hangin' a nigga
I invest in bottles like Raven
Got a trap in Oakland, no raiding
Turnt up to the max like the FaZe kid
Rolling dope by the sun where your bae is
Talk shit out your mouth, get it caved in (Pussy)
Know I stay with the bank like Kaysan
That blue magic, heroin
You know I got that— they can't find
I'ma get to my point like a straight nine
No, I can't give you front, no, I don't do lines
She gon' do a do deal in just Dubai
You know this an euphoria, Rue high
And I brought out one chicken, the coop out
Know we smoking more reefer than the Snoop house
She gon' spit on that shit like her tooth out
Put it straight on her face, yeah, bukkak'
When I look in the crowd, see her boobs out
And I open DMs, now her nudes out
They know we B.R.A., yeah, the news out
Give me the ball, bustin' the moves out
Pussy, give 'em the sauce, the flavor
Ballin' on all these haters
Give 'em the sauce, the flavor (Us)
[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Sometimes I be pissed off ma dukes ain't ho out and hit my member's dad first
Woofin' online gon' get his ass hurt
Huffin' that air make niggas look dirty
I sip codeine, make it look pretty
I fuck bitches, I like 'em in two
Sippin' on red, this a taste of Majin Buu
Wendy Wu, new coupe, baby blue
Real P, I'll fly a bitch in before I land, need her waiting on me like a chauffeur
Foreign bitch, so her last name long like her first name Gosha (Phew)
Rich nigga, spent twenty thousand on each one of my sofas
Touch screen on my toaster (Skee, what? Go)
Nigga, I'll crash out like, "Fuck it" (Fuck it)
Drive the Rolls like a bucket (Bucket)
They fried up like Kentucky ('Tucky)
My sprite be darker than Ducky (Ducky)
I live my life, no budgets (no budgets)
I like my hoes with pudges
My dick with makeup smudges (Lil' Miles)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Lil' Miles)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Skee)
Twenty bust your taco
I like the pussy Wallo
As a kid with that Hellcat, I'd ride around with Diablo
He poor like Petey Pablo (Skee)
I like my hoes to look like the to like the type of the dominoes
It's us ('Crete)
[Chorus: Draft Day]
It don't matter how big your name is, anybody can get touched
Nigga, huh, anybody, anybody (Who?)
Anybody, anybody (You)
Anybody, everybody (Ooh, concrete)
Yeah, anybody, every— yeah
