WE'RE BACK (feat. Lil Yachty, Draft Day, Camo!, Honest)

Yeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Go

Workin' all night to the rise of the sun

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

Hugin' the block with lean and guns

How could I hate on you? Life too fun (Brrt, brrt, brrt)

Fuck a white bitch, think I'm fuckin' a nun

I seen a lot of them bitches, ain't none

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

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

Turnin' the beat up, unlimited funds

Fuck my ads, I got numbers to crunch (Grrt)

Real shit, all of my dawgs on big screens

This shit look like the Brady Bunch (Okay)

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?)

Me and 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, destroyed lonely (Brrt, brrt, brrt)

Check out my chain, it's celestial (Ooh)

And my diamonds, they colder than Cairo (Ooh)

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

And I wreckin' that shit just like Geico (Ooh)

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

I'm fuckin' a bitch on a 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)

Nigga stoppin' to stare like a car hit me (Ooh)

Nigga stoppin' to stare like, "Who is this nigga?" (Ooh)

Nigga stoppin' to stare like, "Who is—" (Ooh)

It's the 66 nigga with the sick flow (Ooh)

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

Put it all in your face like a dick pole (Ooh)

Till I drive from camo, that's my kinfolk (Ooh)

I promise you this shit ain't nothin' (Brrt)

SOS in the push of a button

Call up a plug and them boys get to rushin' (Brrt)

First-runner with flyers and honest (Sheesh)

Real rich shit, I'm just bein' modest (Brrt)

Go four hundred greens, who the hottest? (Ha)

USA, my bro stuck in the tropics

I'm in H-Town, got a top, need a rocket

Poured up some drank like it didn't grow diamonds

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

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

Motor come back, she wanna eat that katana

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 silent, 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

Get it for the low, then we boost price up

I be ready to go, then I boot right up

Everybody with it, ain't kickin' no cup

Dog shit on us, but I'm far from a pup

She seen the stars, so I guess I'm good luck

Came in bouncin' in a double M truck

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

Nah, baby, chill, this me (Shh)

I want the highest ride, niggas fall as fail

Knowin' that stunt ride deep

Baby, I was raised in the S-I-X (Six)

Ridin' 'round, new T-Rex (Yeah)

Six new seals on jets (Yeah)

Pop me one, I'm blessed (Oh yeah)

Feel like I remade rap (I did)

This that brand new crack (Woo)

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

Give me that head, lil' girl, give me

That mouth, don't talk back (Yeah)

Realest and flyest, walkin' around in

My clouds, need Google Maps (Oh yeah)

White bitch thick like Iggy, uh (Grr)

Shooter got dreads like Ziggy, uh (Grr)

Gucci on me like Biggie, uh

Fuck who? I don't feel me, uh (Oh lord)

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

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

Cuffin' my hand like Pimp C, uh

The flyest label in the world

M1 clique

All us combined, fuck everyone bitch

All us combined, got thirty on hip

Pop out the pound like, "Air that bitch"

Air that bitch (Yeah)

Brrt, brrt, brrt (Yeah)

Brrt (Yeah)

Us, pussy

We're back

Concrete