Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Camo!
Camo!
Vocals
KARRAHBOOO
KARRAHBOOO
Vocals
Dc2trill
Dc2trill
Vocals
Draft Day
Draft Day
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Cameron Butts
Cameron Butts
Songwriter
Karrah Schuster
Karrah Schuster
Songwriter
Justin Daniels
Justin Daniels
Songwriter
Dillion Caster
Dillion Caster
Songwriter
Brandon Mitchell
Brandon Mitchell
Songwriter
Spencer Jewesson
Spencer Jewesson
Songwriter
Andrew Rincon
Andrew Rincon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MitchGoneMad
MitchGoneMad
Producer
WessGoneMad
WessGoneMad
Producer
Rawbone
Rawbone
Producer
Benjamin Mathew
Benjamin Mathew
Engineer

Lyrics

It's us Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas All-white body, but it's not a Lexus My cup look a lil' red-ish Purple inside a yellow Fanta, now it's like Cameron Reddish She told me she's not that flexible, neither is my schedule, we still gon' check it I treat the money like messages, keepin' it blue like I still ain't read it Crosses on my glasses, fuck all thе opps, we fastest, make 'еm past tense Bitches treatin' me just like Phat Farm, my name on all they asses Nigga flexed his chains, I held my hands up and made invisible glasses And I still couldn't see it Treat a broke nigga like we playin' freeze tag, 'cause I just couldn't be it Treat the pussy like a janky friend who broke somethin', fuck it up and leave it She wanna be 31, gotta stamp it up in ink She like forty-two, I'm just like you without the drink Concrete diamonds, lay our chains on the ground and make a skating rink My mans will slap a nigga at the award show like I'm Jada Pink Yeah, U-S in my bio like I love my country First M loadin' up right now, bitch, I can feel it comin' First thing off the bat, I can't love a nat, it's just a nat My stepper can't be televised, he's known to twitch like Kai Cenat All of my ropes is gold, I'm usin' them bitches to tie up the sack I hit the bitch from the side, can't risk her diggin' her nails in my back Boat and DC poured so much Wock' in the pop, the soda went flat I was runnin' through pints in two days All of my hoes go two ways I been that nigga since daddy had Nextel two-ways Never consent to a due date My white bitch like my credit card, my Black bitch like my blue face I hit a bougie bitch that tried to take me on a police chase Me and my mom got matchin' watches, hers just got the new face Stuffin' hundreds in a piggy bank like it's a flower vase They claimin' I gotta be kin to Ma$e I need to find Jesus like him So I can sit down with him and tell him I wanna be just like him One gold tooth like Tyson White bitch look like Tyson Stackin' up chicken like Tyson Way I been carryin' these niggas, real soon, I'ma have me a back like a bison Late night, I call up my Dyson Squeeze it real tight like a python Twenty-six bitches in Mastro's Doggy walk down in his day clothes Had too much hair for a ski mask Every rap nigga was a Benz, we know who would be a Maybach And who we'd consider the E-Class I don't do GFs unless they gon' give me a cheat pass Ride with this blick on my hip for so long, it done damn near gave me a heat rash At twenty-six, mama told me daddy wanted abortion Imagine the loss of the fortune The thought of that had me scorchin' The thought of my mama goin' nine-to-five, all 'cause of an unready boyfriend These niggas be talkin' 'bout steppin', that's somethin' I just don't recall Just like the Dallas and Hawks game I woke up and felt like I didn't want to share and I'm takin' back all of the portions I wish I had time to handle you niggas, 'cause we would've brought back extortions I know what they think 'bout the nails, the motive these niggas is constantly forcin' Niggas is overly gangster Protectin' an image they don't even own, these niggas do not know the answer It's us Solid to the bone, Concrete structure, they know what we on Ain't goin' back and forth with these niggas, dog, they vehicle is they only home (damn) I keep all blues like a Jazz player, call me Karl Malone He ain't give the pape' up yet? It's cool, he got late fees Who the fuck gave me these twenty-dollar bills? Dog, I hate these (fuck) Cyclin' foreign whips on expensive trips like an eight-speed Ain't stuntin' none of these broke hoes, blackout curtains on my windows Sip, sip, quarter piece of Benzo, H. Lorenzo (yeah) Chauffeured 'round in Caddys, dog, I got this from my ten toes Smashed her on Fat Tuesday and left her in the NO Grew up where the goons pray, I'm knowing how this shit go Real Lakeside baby, I do it for my kinfolk Tell me what's the word, you must not heard, I'm stormin' by demand I promise that we tied in, when shit get tough, I know the 'Crete gon' hold me over Every day, I'm gettin' closer to my dreams They runnin' schemes, but won't trick me up out my spot, I earned my rank She throwin' twat in exchange for funds and fame Your favorite rapper real life lame The truth hurts, charge it to the game I'm not impressed, we're not the same How you flexin', but livin' check to check? You better come correct They know it's us, in full effect Any disrespect, my stepper right direct Cleats on, Concrete Nikes I don't care if you don't really like me I know Bankstone right beside me They say it's love, but I feel despised I see the pain, I could read the lies all between the lines Man, free the guys R.I.P. the ones who ain't crossed that line to the other side I'm in prime time My life in the sunshine First you get that money, then that power, the world is all mine Yuh, nigga, huh It's us, man Ain't no nigga that I trust to knock off the dust Walk with that sack under my arm, 'cause stackin' up a must I crushed the Perc' into the Tuss', too geeked up to fuss Move like a boss, I'm not like them, they doin' such and such I was sellin' lemonade while y'all would double dutch I used to scam, I used to trap, I never cuddled much Out 'til the AM, scratch my plans, I never settle much I slipped on pimpin' once You asked for hoes, I brought 'em round and you ain't flip 'em once Got all them guns put in your name and you ain't grip 'em once He sent the money for some pints, but I ain't ship not one It's KARRAHBOOO, I'm not the two, you gotta know I'm up I heard you been say you the one, I guess it never stuck I'm too stuck-up just like antennas, don't let me get the signal Up late like I'm Jay Leno I move around with third-strike criminals You get the memo, it's us
Writer(s): Andrew Rincon, Brandon Mitchell, Cameron Butts, Dillion Caster, Justin Daniels, Karrah Schuster, Miles Mccollum, Spencer Jewesson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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