Lyrics
Concrete
Two-way, Deuce, Siete
Creature Gang
Yeah, GxFR
What's the verdict? What's the relation?
The murderers in your sanction, this business, not personal
Ain't no vertical limitation with Percival on the river
He servin' 'em with inflation, work for the low
Brodie got the chirps and them bitches takin'
Shinin' and they flakin' like the diamonds in my bracelet
Just ran off on my Turkish plug
First time was the Jamaicans, third time was a charm
Blew 30-thousand on my pendant, came from dry whippin'
'Dweller on my wrist, so, l know sky's the limit
Five minutes to flush, kept a crush on that Fox Boogie
18, see Glock fully, givin' opps noogies
Know I'm that nigga Pop Kane, I know a killer got saved
Been on one since I shot Dave, then felt more pain than Rod Wave
Could've been left, but, I stayed, all of the debts that I paid
Got too much dirt on my hands, stuck on that yellow brick road
On the run from the discos, big creature, he got six toes
Then pulled so many kick doors, slipped off so many spot racks, yeah
Took so many risks and got paid
Cookin' up on the hot plate, know we turnt up the crime rate
In that Maybach behind shades, we sticky as some Scotch tape
You know this shit be John Blaze
Stuck in my Lou' Vuitton ways, had on this fit for nine days
Black Off-White, number five J's
Everything we touch is high grade, know we turnt up the crime rate
We the ones burnt up the highway (ay)
Ay, real dope boy, every day another transaction (uh-huh)
Started off goin' hand-to-hand, got a kilogram and I'm still taxin'
Real action, out to pop, broke the rock down to little fragments
Got all types of clientele on the cell from Elmont to Manhattan (uh-huh)
Stretch the work, I'm Mr. Fantastic
Before I had a fan, I had a ratchet (bah)
Two-hundred yams wrapped in the plastic
Finessin' your Amex Classic
Had to switch my situation, now it's diamonds in the glasses (bling)
Every snake in the grass dead, was sellin' H to a crackhead
Now we gettin' rich, you bum-ass niggas washed up, on your last leg (you niggas washed)
15-hundred for the Ricks, took a lot of risks for the fast bread
Got the Xans and the Roxycontin' pills, niggas call just to grab meds
Make the work disappear
I'm David Copperfield, the Glock is filled up with lead (bah)
Grrt