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CONCRETE BOYS: LIL YACHTY, CAMO!, KARRAHBOOO DC2TRILL DRAFT DAY - DIE FOR MINE (OFFICIAL VISUALIZER)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Camo!
Camo!
Vocals
Dc2trill
Dc2trill
Vocals
Draft Day
Draft Day
Vocals
KARRAHBOOO
KARRAHBOOO
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Cameron Butts
Cameron Butts
Songwriter
Karrah Schuster
Karrah Schuster
Songwriter
Dillion Caster
Dillion Caster
Songwriter
Justin Daniels
Justin Daniels
Songwriter
Kevin Price
Kevin Price
Songwriter
Thomas Lumpkins
Thomas Lumpkins
Songwriter
Mathias Liyew
Mathias Liyew
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Go Grizz
Go Grizz
Producer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Producer
Ambezza
Ambezza
Producer
Benjamin Mathew
Benjamin Mathew
Engineer

Lyrics

Somehow these folks think this shit easy Guess I make it look that good, I'm sippin' wock, not Fiji All my bitches needy, all my bitches need me Bought one of them Birkin's, got the other Speedy's The other one, for her birthday, rented out a Tiki She said if you dyin', them I'm dyin', nigga, you not leavin' me Down bitch, for sure, I fuck a white bitch any day But I only have a baby with a brown one, that's for sure I've been mixin' syrups, like I'm tryna kill bronchitis On my fourth cup, I got the 'itis All these sticks, baby boy, we the new Al-Qaeda Dickin' down a hoe from Onyx Yeah, geekin', I can barely speak, it sound like I been hooked on phonics Ooh, I'm in love with Sonics Three much love from my gang I'm in love with the fact I made it through the pain I'm in love with the fact I'm not a stain She in love with the fact I'm not her ex Niggas was not around when I was strugglin' with Dex Tryna apply the move, what's next? Jumpin' out the Lex' Get all my shoes, a size bigger, just for bitches necks I look at these hoes like pets (brrr) Look at these niggas like a dollar, I finesse them so bad Probably thought I ain't have no father, need to get off your ass Get off my dick and go get scholars, 'cause this rappin' ain't for you Neither is flippin' a brick, you need to go and flip food Forget the first name, you bitches need to remember "Not the two" Us (brrr) Flage Yeah Yeah, yeah, (go) Yeah, I turned up all my crew 'Crete made a million and recouped, I promise that's not new (let's go) Every Maybach new Way before we had the light, I promise Boat still knew (what else?) Every show price grew (facts) Broke baby daddy gang, should've tied yo' tubes (facts) Nigga, have some shame (yeah), this shit on yo' name Any rap nigga, go against the gang (It's 'Crete) We gon' put some stars in the ground, make a walk of fame Girl don't be ashamed you fucked me and my homie, promise we is just the same (twin) You is not no hoe (nah, phew) If you knew what I know (what?) I can't let you hold me down, I'm goin' up I told her "Let me go" Bought her Prada bags, she gave me top, we went blow for blow (I'm blowin' her hunnids she blowin' me, know what I'm sayin'?) Concrete Boys front row, fuck it, front and center Steppin' on whatever, pussy, let me know (brrr) Yeah Many niggas left the Earth, not many left a mark (yeah) I'll die for mine, I was in the dark (yeah) Like Bane, I'm tryna make it spark (yeah) Not only for me, this shit big, can't you see? Open yo' eyes, I'm out yo' league The block gettin' hot, five hundred degrees Ready for war, seen blood on the leaves So many carats in my ear, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit that I need (yeah) She want me to trick, then plant my seed (yeah) Can't play with you bitches, got mouths to feed (yeah) Married to the money, guarantee All the finer things, treat me like a God, give you everything but don't lie to me (treat) Obviously it's time for me, the clock keep tickin', I'm bound to be They sparin' none of you niggas or bitches This shit get wicked, my minds a G A hunnid percent Concrete, all my niggas'll die for me Grammy family and they know it's us, tryna get that nominee Got the green thumbs, 'boutta plant these Scotty seeds and let 'em grow Thought it means some, done got the neck out and forgot the hoe Give her 'bout a hour, she sold the power, she done took a test (ehm) He ain't want the funk, why keep claimin' shit? There was too much pressure Walked up in the store three hours ago, shit I'm still in it Shit can't be that real, made to many reals, all them folks up in yo' business Date we had was so dull, crack me a seal, was so appealin' I done became me a master, done run it up faster, but leave it, the first one witness All I did was stay down All you had to do was stay I don't got no piles with me, 'less that shit begin with pape' Oh, yo', reup on the late, forgot that bitch was on the way How many times I told you we next? What if I told you we started today Pussy It's us Forever 'Crete Oh Know I'm bound to die for mine Know I'm- Know I'm bound to die for mine 'Crete Know the way it goes Keep your head high, stay ten toes Bound to die for mine I'm bound to die for mine
Writer(s): Kevin Andre Price, Miles Parks Mccollum, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Dillan Michael Caster, Thomas Wesily Lumpkins, Karrah Schuster, Cameron Butts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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