(Grow up, ****)

Yeah, yeah, man

Us, huh, huh

Call the gang, we push up, slide (Push)

Without a doubt, we ready to ride (Yeah)

So much ice on us, won't need to glide

Been stackin' that money, ain't tired

You'll test your pride for that bitch (Hey)

I go MJ at the line on the bitch (Hey)

I ain't never ever made time for a ho

First Round business, got millions at the door

Yeah, cup full of blood, somebody died

"Concrete fell off," somebody lied

I got the blick on my hip, so it ain't no room to put my pride to the side (Brr, brr, brr, brr)

Buyin' a ticket to one of our shows, the only time our worlds collide (Go)

I'm the type to put swag on a ho (Go)

My bitch love when I dress her, Clyde

You the type probably go cry for the bitch

I go Kobe at the line on the bitch

More money than us? Preposterous

This Louis bag is the ostrich (Flage)

I'm in NYC in a GLE with a ARP, like who fuckin' with me?

Who fuckin' with us, who fuckin' with we?

I'm a Mudman, ****, and I'm so Concrete (Frrt)

Not usin' your head, get knocked off your feet

Don't check out the price, ****, check out the fee (Frrt)

Don't check on me, ****, check on your ho

I'm switchin' my clothes like I'm switchin' my flows (Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt)

You get what you see and this life ain't free (Yeah)

Tryna up-up a B, I done mastered the key (Yeah)

Played this shit back, now they runnin' to me (Full)

Pimped out the ride, now we ridin' 'round geeked (Yeah)

Everything loaded, got captain seats (Huh)

These **** hatin', wanna see us deceased (Pussy)

Five-star everything, every dog eats (Pit)

We on the run, but ain't catchin' me

What the fuck? (Grow up, ****)

Ayy, frrt, yeah, yeah (Grr, grr, grr, grr, grr, grr)

Yeah, uh-huh (What?), ayy, yeah, yeah, ski (What? What?)

Yeah, ski (It's us), ski (Ha)

I took the Cadillac V to the— ski (Us)

I took the— brrt, ski (Us)

I took the Cadillac V to the fast lane

Too many guns on gang, call the task force

I heard your tape, that shit sound like my last name

I put the belt on ****, my last name

Rich **** leanin', I'm Cartier Crash gang

Ride with the best, the mob, the family

Ride with the best, the mob, the— yeah (The family)

Ride with the best, the mob, the— yeah (Frrt)

(Concrete)

Feel like 50 when he made a massacre (Hoo)

I go CC, ****, Sabathia (Hoo)

Got the gang locked up, Chris Masters (Hoo)

Chain hit like a natural disaster (Hoo)

Chain hit like a left hook from Tank (Hoo)

Diamond fish bowl, got it out the sink (Hoo)

Got 'em runnin' my errands like Hank (Hoo)

Like Hank, I just hit a home run (Hoo)

Boy, you a ho, you make store runs (Hoo)

Boy, I go ku, Gohan (Hoo)

I'm sittin' on shit like a fut— huh (Like a what?)

I'm standin' on shit like a futon, huh (Hoo)

That ain't your pipe, show your gun (Hoo)

And I'm choppin' up shit like Shogun (Hoo, grr, grr, grr)

Fuck that, 600K on both arms (Yeah, okay)

Ride 'round this bitch with a pipe bomb (Yeah, okay)

Geeker than most, I don't write rhymes

This is not a Rolex, this a pipeline (What the fuck? Okay)

Pussy get wet with my ice on (Pussy)

Diamonds is brighter than nylon, uh (Okay)

Hmm, mm, mm, mm, hmm (Okay)

I feel like I piss with the light on (Okay)

Fuck up my right arm (Yeah, okay)

I can't let bygones be bygones (Okay)

It's us

(Okay)

I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay)

None of them **** get flyer than us (Okay)

I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay)

None of them **** get higher than us (Okay)

I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay)

None of them **** rap—

Number one pick, bitch, I'm winnin' regardless (Hey)

My baby fine, but I'm drop-dead gorgeous (Yeah)

Spoil her, GG, three whip around horses

I'm lappin' you ****, we givin' out courses

Gun slinger chrome, but this G-lock for shmurda (Grrt)

Hollows gon' burn ya, don't go break your sermon

I got some thick shit ready in Germany

We have more rank than a motherfuckin' colonel (Hey, hey)

You gotta grind for them to say that you earned it (Yeah)

First round draft, that boy, he deserve it (Yeah)

The way that we movin', got a worldwide permit (Ha)

Say that I'm ready, it's us, yeah, you heard me, pussy (Ha, ha, Concrete)