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ON THE RADAR CONCRETE CYPHER

Artist:Concrete Boys, Lil Yachty, Camo!, KARRAHBOOO, Dc2trill & Draft Day  Album:It's Us Vol. 1  Composer:Miles McCollum, Cameron Butts, Karrah Schuster, Justin Daniels, Dillion Caster, Brandon Mitchell, Spencer Jewesson, Andrew Rincon, Roger Ball & Vivian Cherry 

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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 the opps, we Fascist, make 'em 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


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