Lyrics

(Concrete) (The Winner Is, PlaqueBoyMax, Yeah) Ha, yeah, new wave (huh) I'm back in that action The whip came purple (ha) like Lamar Jackson My bitch out in B-More, she bad as hell (yeah) But she know damn well I hate her accent (yeah) Prada Car, she's overseas giving taxing Yellow diamonds in the watch face look like a plaque (ha, ha) But I'm not talking 'bout Max and 'em Feel like The Boy, "No new friends," (ha) Out in Vegas, posted up at the Wynn (go) .762's gon' knock off a limb (yeah) You smoke KK, I'm not talking 'bout Kim (brr) Feel like Vince Carter, my arm in the rim (him) I-T-S-U-S been trim (us) I-T-S-U-S been trim (CRETE), I-T-S-U-S been trim (us) I-T-S-U-S, (us) U-S, U-S, U-S, U— (And The Winner Is—CONCRETE) I done went Drop-Top (huh)—Prada tube sock All you niggas square, turn this shit to my block Chrome Heart frames, these Limited Rose Gold Broke Nigga; always talkin' shit that he don't know Rips in my Balenci' jeans, look like a hobo I made a Clip with two hoes on a GoPro Eight karat diamond, nigga, I ain't got a showboat Hundred-K in cash, I done FaceTimed to show Boat I'm in a coupe with a deuce, they on go-go She used my drink as a chaser, big no-no Yeah, get up with me I was sippin' on something, but I'm not tipsy (I'm not) It's a six-figure month, bitch, I get busy (frr) Max gotta bust the whole stream down fifty-fifty (phew-phew) I done seen her tell her ten times she dizzy (phew-phew) I done poured a twelve so the soda not fizzy (uh-uh) Walking with a fifty, tell them niggas come get me (ey, ey) Feeling like 50, I'm rolling with the mob (ey, ey) Tired of giving swag, fuck these niggas, I'm taxin' (phew) She gave me head 'til it ache — need an aspirin (phew-phew) You think I got rich overnight, how it happened? (phew-phew) We had a slow come-up, bench-maxing (okay) He's a Kevin Hart ass nigga, its time to Ride Along He's funny acting (phew-phew) I done put fifty bands inside the trap to supply the map That's my broski's passion (for the mob) She ain't goin'? Okay, I'ma slide on her sister (phew) Niggas not keeping it P as my sister (phew) Water me down, right wrist Windows Vista (phew) I bought a Tesla, gave it to my dad (phew) I got some Tuss and shared it with a hoe (phew) Backbreaker, trunk-beater, geeked on the floor (phew) Throwin' up Molly, kicked in like a pro, boxer (phew, phew) Shout-out Unc' Stan, he prouder than Oscar Poured up eleven, we moved up from toddlers Hit her one time, she went home, Roger Ice in my mouth, Permanente, Kaiser Drippin' on turf, fuck it, give me a visor Hoes came through, God, wish she was settin' me up No trip, I just had to advise her Rip 'em up, so much blood, make your eyes hurt Chain ain't hittin' dawg, what is ya shine worth? Bought Cartier, shit, that's what a time worth Double R, two umbrellas, went Fonzworth Flyin' PJ's with Tata, fuck a concourse Rock out a show (what?) Rock out a show — show off, fuck it, encore It takes two seconds—send invoice (send it) I know I'm all on your Pinterest Spend on syrup what these niggas signed for (Little Miles is heating up) Ain't shit funny, bitch-nigga, I ain't Seinfeld Pull up all orange, I'm Garfield (phew) House down the hill, I'm top-tier (phew) Grandparents worked in a steel mill (phew) 2T on the tee, this shit too real (phew) I pull out the V, get ya boo wet (phew) .30 clip in this bitch, make ya oatmeal Us

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