Concrete Bun B & Statik Selektah (Ft. Termanology & Westside Gunn)

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo (Grr)
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom (Ayo)
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom

[Verse 1: Westside Gunna]
Ayo, I know some lowheads that'll stick you for your horse
No remorse, I weigh the MAC-12 out the Porsche
Surely you and me look alike, I sell brick for sport
We on the rec yard, some Kings stabbed him on the court (Ah)
.40 with your dick make the whole crowd scatter (Boom boom boom boom boom)
All my niggas rich, from the shooter to the bagger
Balenciaga duffle bag filled with whole slabs
Step on these Ricks, you gettin’ toe tagged (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
TrillStatik, you know this shit dope, right?
I swear I been fly my whole life
A nigga be paranoid
I sleep with the pole every night
God is the greatest, looked at my plug like we made it
My style look like Kerry James Marshall painted it (Ah)
I heard your album and I hated it (Ah)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Fuck it, you need to stop rappin’ nigga and wait a bit
A bulldog with the leash off
Grabbed the gloves and polished the piece off
Yo fuck homie, he soft
And I’m concrete, realest nigga on feet
The shotgun is riding shotgun, I’m feeling complete
Don't ride down Bun’s street, it won’t end good
I’m triple OG motherfucker, I’ve been good
From the west side to Windwood, haters know
You barkin' up the wrong tree, that ain’t the way to go
Pull a big thing with them extras out
That’s what that big boy flex about, you niggas up next, I'm out
‘Cause I don’t really do this sucka shit
For real, you must not know who you fuckin’ with
It’s 100 when you see me
I get Jordans from Mike Jordan, man you niggas couldn’t be me
I used to have a pocket full of stones
Now I got properties and homes, there ain’t no stoppin' me, it's on nigga