Concrete Yung LB (Ft. Trippie Redd)

[Intro: Yung LB]
(DTB, that's a slap)
Huh

[Chorus: Yung LB]
Came from the group home, Section 8, Grady projects
Just copped the two-tone Rollie prezi' off the Pyrex
Now where's the roof gone? Yeah, [?] dyin' for respect
I keep me two phones, keep the trappin' off the internet
This VV stone, keep me in [?] mode
[?], I came from bein' broke
I'm talkin' 100K on clothes, from the concrete I rose
And this money scream my [?], I'm never goin' broke

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
(Yeah, uh-huh)
Hang with the gang, we come from the block and my niggas, they murder a lot (14, bah)
Nigga, that .30 gon' bang, your head is convertible, nigga, we droppin' your top (Gang)
Spit on my opp's graves, I'm glad that you're dead, lil' nigga, I'm fuckin' your thot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, grrah)
Keep me a mop, ayy, pull in Cadillacs, nigga, and clean up the block (Skrrt), yeah
Clean up the block (Clean up the block), beat up the block
You so in love, but she gave the drop, she get to the crib, I'm movin' her top
Bitch, I'm the shit, give a fuck 'bout who not
Both of my pockets in knots (Knots)
Jokes up, laugh at my Glock, we up like some astronauts