POINT ME TO IT
In the party with the pill sniffers, yeah
I'm in the back with the hard hat members, huh, yeah
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers, yeah
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch said she don't like (go)
Pointers on (yeah)
Point me to the
Point me to the bag (go)
Point me to the bag
Point me to the bag (ah)
Point me to the–, uh
Point me to the bag, yeah
Point me to the bag (pussy)
I'm with the same gang (yeah) (us), geekin' on propane
You already know the name, okay (Go, the 'Crete, exactly)
Yeah (move), yeah (move), yeah (step), yeah (move)
Yeah (move), yeah (it's us, move), yeah
Yeah, I'm in the party with pill sniffers (pss)
I'm in the back with the hard hat members (pss)
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers (pss)
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch said she don't like- (shhh, go)
It's us
Uh, yeah
All eyes on us, I fuck up a sack, we beat up the trust (yeah)
All eyes on us, like I'm Makaveli, got hoes on the bus (yeah)
Think he can fuck with the 'Crete
He back on that dust, he back on that dust (Mm)
I wanna fuck you, not fuss
I'm not gonna rush, I'm back on that Tuss'
Fuckin' this bitch and her friend
Together, I gave them hoes two thousand bucks (mm, on me)
Ah, shucks (oh), you rarely catch me in a tux (okay)
You can see under my hood like we had a safe place for the Klux (yes, sir)
Who they talkin' 'bout? I'm too good, this shit not luck (I'm talkin' 'bout)
Fuck what they talk about, I'm walkin' out, ain't got my bucks
Fuck what he talkin' 'bout, ain't slappin' his hand, that's not my mans (brrt)
Bitch didn't know my shirt was two thousand bucks, it ain't have no brand
I told her slide to the crib, whole time, I was plottin' on her friend
They look at me like a shark in the water, I'm movin' around with that fin
Flippin' a check on his bag, I fucked up the rims the way that I bend (skrrt)
Bendin' that bitch in the Benz, they like, "Camo, where you been?"
Okay, I've been gettin' rich, yeah
I'm on they ass like a switch, yeah
Breakin' the bank, I cut deep in that bitch, need a stitch, yeah
Red light on it, red dot on it, how could I miss, yeah?
I never see my opps in the bank, they ain't on shit, yeah
It's us
It's the Concrete Boys
It's the family
I'm in the back with the hard hat members, huh, yeah
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers, yeah
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch said she don't like (go)
Pointers on (yeah)
Point me to the
Point me to the bag (go)
Point me to the bag
Point me to the bag (ah)
Point me to the–, uh
Point me to the bag, yeah
Point me to the bag (pussy)
I'm with the same gang (yeah) (us), geekin' on propane
You already know the name, okay (Go, the 'Crete, exactly)
Yeah (move), yeah (move), yeah (step), yeah (move)
Yeah (move), yeah (it's us, move), yeah
Yeah, I'm in the party with pill sniffers (pss)
I'm in the back with the hard hat members (pss)
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers (pss)
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch said she don't like- (shhh, go)
It's us
Uh, yeah
All eyes on us, I fuck up a sack, we beat up the trust (yeah)
All eyes on us, like I'm Makaveli, got hoes on the bus (yeah)
Think he can fuck with the 'Crete
He back on that dust, he back on that dust (Mm)
I wanna fuck you, not fuss
I'm not gonna rush, I'm back on that Tuss'
Fuckin' this bitch and her friend
Together, I gave them hoes two thousand bucks (mm, on me)
Ah, shucks (oh), you rarely catch me in a tux (okay)
You can see under my hood like we had a safe place for the Klux (yes, sir)
Who they talkin' 'bout? I'm too good, this shit not luck (I'm talkin' 'bout)
Fuck what they talk about, I'm walkin' out, ain't got my bucks
Fuck what he talkin' 'bout, ain't slappin' his hand, that's not my mans (brrt)
Bitch didn't know my shirt was two thousand bucks, it ain't have no brand
I told her slide to the crib, whole time, I was plottin' on her friend
They look at me like a shark in the water, I'm movin' around with that fin
Flippin' a check on his bag, I fucked up the rims the way that I bend (skrrt)
Bendin' that bitch in the Benz, they like, "Camo, where you been?"
Okay, I've been gettin' rich, yeah
I'm on they ass like a switch, yeah
Breakin' the bank, I cut deep in that bitch, need a stitch, yeah
Red light on it, red dot on it, how could I miss, yeah?
I never see my opps in the bank, they ain't on shit, yeah
It's us
It's the Concrete Boys
It's the family
Credits
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Evan Stephens Hall
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