WE'RE BACK

(It's Raw when you need cash only)

Yeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, go (damn, that's a lot of facts)

Workin' all night 'til the rise of the sun

How could you say I'm not one of them ones?

Huggin' the block with lean and guns

How could I hate on you? Life too fun (hrr)

Black and white bitch, think I'm fuckin' a nun

I seen your line up, them bitches ain't nothin'

If it's a problem I'm never gon' run

When God made you niggas, they stopped makin' guns (grrt)

Turnin' the beat up, unlimited funds

Fuck my abs, I got numbers to crunch (krrt)

Real shit, all of my dawgs on big screens

This shit look like the Brady Bunch (okay)

You niggas move like money

Never did matter, that's a disaster (go)

You hit my bitch? Okay, that's cool

'Cause she never mattered, that ain't my only (what else?)

He ain't my son, I don't claim y'all boys

Y'all fuck-niggas bastards, tryna be on me

I was tryna be the nice guy but y'all pushed me off the edge, Destroy Lonely

Huh, check out my chain, it's a light show (ooh)

And my diamonds, they colder than Cairo (ooh)

And she eatin' my meat like a gyro (ooh)

And I'm rakin' that shit just like Geico (ooh)

And she bad, bad, bad like Michael (ooh)

I'm fuckin' that bitch on her cycle (ooh)

Let me take that shit back like a typo (ooh)

Let me take that shit back like a-

And I'm callin' out shots like a bartender (ooh)

Niggas stoppin' and starin' like a car hit me (ooh)

Niggas stoppin' and starin', who is this nigga? (ooh)

Niggas stoppin' and starin', who is- (ooh)

It's a 6'6" nigga with a sick flow (ooh)

Who be steppin' on shit like he Big Show (ooh)

Put it all on your face like a dimple (ooh)

Shoutout Draft and Camo!, them my kinfolk (ooh)

I promise you, this shit ain't nothin'

S.O.S. at the push of a button

Call up a play, then them boys get to rushin' (hey)

First Round, I'm with Flage and Honest

Real rich shit, I'm just bein' modest

Go four hundred degrees, we the hottest

You a semi-pro stuck in the tropics

I'm in H-Town, gotta tuck me a rocket (hey)

Poured up some drank, blacker than negro diamonds

She ready to fuck, yeah, you know to come find me

My wrist in the air, she said, "Baby, don't blind 'em"

Mortal Kombat, she wanna eat at Katana (hoo)

Twin in the city, still serve marijuana

They don't speak English, they out in Tijuana

Ride with a drum, they gon' rock out Nirvana

Better stay solid, it's death before dishonor

Do we got a problem? Gang be ready to buck

Cup in the air, I ain't never gave a fuck (brr)

Get it for the low, then we boost the price up

I be ready to go, then I boot right up

Everybody with it, ain't kickin' no cup

Dawg shit on us but I'm far from a pup

She seen a star, so I guess I'm good luck

Came in bouncin' in a Double-M truck (Us)

In the air, it's a bird, a plane, it's a God

Nah, baby, chill, this me

I'm one of the hottest rap niggas

Fathers failed knowin' they son ride deep

Baby, I was raised in the S-I-X, six

Ride around, new T-Rex (yeah)

Six new seals on jets (yeah)

Pop me one, I'm blessed (yeah)

Feel like I remade rap (I did)

This that brand-new crack (hoo)

This that lay your outfit over the bed, first day back (hoo)

Give me that head, baby girl, give me that mouth, don't talk back (hey)

Really the flyest, walkin' around in my closet, need Google Maps (oh, woah, yeah)

White bitch thick like Iggy, uh

Shooter got dressed like Ziggy, uh

Coogi on me like Biggie, uh

Fuck whoever don't feel me, uh (uh-uh)

Slurred, I don't get tipsy, uh (grr)

I'm fuckin' me a lil' gypsy, uh (hoo)

Cup in my hand, I'm like Pimp C, uh

The flyest label in the world (hoo)

Number one clique, all of us combined fucked everyone bitch

All of us combined got .30 on hip (yeah)

Hop out the pop, LUXX air that bitch, air that bitch (yeah)

Frrp, frrp, frrp (yeah), frrp, frrp (yeah)

Us, pussy (we're back)

(Concrete)