[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Mr. Fortunate just hit another lick again (Concrete)
I said I'd never trick again
The lies just didn't stick again
I booked it at the Ritz again
I chose the one with tits again
I bet my last on what I couldn't see to watch it flip again
The more they knew, the frame was older
The drink was warm, the ice was colder
Stumbled on a three-piece and I finished with a Butler floater
Niggas treated me like I was laying legs on niggas' shoulders
Niggas treated me like I ain't extеnd hands to help them go up
Fuck the talkin', whеre's the proof?
The conscious pillow talkin'
Get a slug and put it right through your kufi
Doggy off an X
Two-steppin', I could dance with Snoopy
Murder on your mind
Do the right thing like you're friends with Mookie
No matter how bad they want the collab, I ain't friends with Uzi
I rather go C.O. at juvie
I'd rather drink an onion smoothie
I never clique up with a goofy
These niggas wish the worst upon me and nothing happened to me
They speak their mind to hoes
They see me and they mind their business
I ain't never conducted a lick of business around hoes or bitches
Sit next to a switch
And that's when–, do not turn the lights on
I never lived check to check and I'm proud of that
I think these niggas on my neck and I'm proud of that
I bought a house next to mine and I'm proud of that, mmm
Beat her back and her friends for a Prada bag, yeah
And I heard a buncha' niggas not tippin', mmm
You're my son or this bitch, Scottie Pippen, mmm
Put the pints in a crate and ship 'em, mmm
Mr. Fortunate just hit another lick again (Concrete)
I said I'd never trick again
The lies just didn't stick again
I booked it at the Ritz again
I chose the one with tits again
I bet my last on what I couldn't see to watch it flip again
The more they knew, the frame was older
The drink was warm, the ice was colder
Stumbled on a three-piece and I finished with a Butler floater
Niggas treated me like I was laying legs on niggas' shoulders
Niggas treated me like I ain't extеnd hands to help them go up
Fuck the talkin', whеre's the proof?
The conscious pillow talkin'
Get a slug and put it right through your kufi
Doggy off an X
Two-steppin', I could dance with Snoopy
Murder on your mind
Do the right thing like you're friends with Mookie
No matter how bad they want the collab, I ain't friends with Uzi
I rather go C.O. at juvie
I'd rather drink an onion smoothie
I never clique up with a goofy
These niggas wish the worst upon me and nothing happened to me
They speak their mind to hoes
They see me and they mind their business
I ain't never conducted a lick of business around hoes or bitches
Sit next to a switch
And that's when–, do not turn the lights on
I never lived check to check and I'm proud of that
I think these niggas on my neck and I'm proud of that
I bought a house next to mine and I'm proud of that, mmm
Beat her back and her friends for a Prada bag, yeah
And I heard a buncha' niggas not tippin', mmm
You're my son or this bitch, Scottie Pippen, mmm
Put the pints in a crate and ship 'em, mmm
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