[Part I: 2 HANDS 2 EYES 10 WHIPS]

[Verse 1: Draft Day]
(Hey)
Catch us in and out, we movin' tac’, these n***as don't stand on business (Brrt)
Ready for war right now, out the crib, I ain't playin’ 'bout mine, put it all on the unit ('Crete)
Movin' in silence, don't talk, rather do it
Countin' these racks, gettin' fly, rockin' Junya
Wanna be us, I’ma call you out, junior
I can see they runnin’ gimmicks (See that shit)
Cross me once, it's up, you finished
They gon’ show they true intent (Hey)
All my members gon' represent (Slatt)
Showin' out, gon' throw my set (Yeah-yeah)
If we say it’s up, then it's stuck then (It's stuck then)
Know they scared, they bluffin' (Know thеy bluffin')
Watch me stand on all ten (Bitch, on all ten)
N***a, this shit no prеssure

[Verse 2: Camo!]
(Flage)
Hundreds keep stickin' together, a bitch I need, I ain't met her
My old bitch wanted to live in my skin, I had to motherfuckin' shed her (Go)
Big F.N., I left it at home, today I'ma tote the Berrett-er
Redbone bitch on my dick, I treat her like my soda, I'm makin' her redder
Yeah, the Hellcat is geeked, G-Wagon shit on the Jeep (Phew)
Concrete playin' for keeps, my diamonds white like bleach
We rock the sand to the beach, none of them whips is a lease
Open your legs, let me breach (Yeah), I broke the pill in two pieces
I'm standin' outside like recess, my Cartier frames like Reese's
My brother keep turnin' his water to wock, I'm startin' to think his name Jesus (Hee)
My rear views look like the Pistons (Bee), I keep doin' that shit that you wishin'
Got this rope on my neck like a lynching, when we walk in, they stand, attention
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
I've been sendin' bad bitches to college (Mmm-hmm)
I'ma dress up her son for Easter (Mmm-hmm)
I've been mixin' the drink like baristas (Mmm-hmm)
Put her head 'tween my legs, like Batista (Damn)
Yeah, they suckin' online
But see me in person and tell me "It's real nice to meet you" (Go)
My bitch really ain't got no ass
But look in the mirror, it's top ten features
I can't hang with these n***as
They don't be havin' many goals, like a game of FIFA
I'll fuck on a bitch like Ari' (Okay), I'll fuck on a bitch like Aretha (Okay)
Most y'all n***as ain't never been nowhere, I bring up safaris, y'all bring up computers (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I sit front row for all of my shooters in the court (Phew)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (Phew)
Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (Phew)
Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (Phew)
Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (Phew)
Two hands, two eyes, yeah, okay
Said I got two hands, two eyes, ten whips (Yeah)
Two hands, two eyes

[Part II: RENT DUE]
[Intro: KARRAHBOOO]
Double C, double Miu (Mmm-hmm)
Penthouse with a view
Rappin' like the rent due
Leave a n***a balls blue (Yeah)
It's Boo (Not the—), and Drafty
I don't even know a n***a for shit, bitch, I'm crafty

[Verse 1: Draft Day]
Sack pusher, yeah, baby, I'm a heartbreaker
All that rap cap sound good, but they pump fakin'
Risk takin', where it's at? know your spot got took
Broke her back, she leavin' shook, in that water, I'm a bait
Reel 'em in, man, I hook 'em, hey
By the 'Crete house when I play
I can't waste no time, I'm chasin' these millions, lil' bitch, you want me to stay
Why the brokest n***a in the room with no motion got the most to say?
Always scream what you finna go do, poppin' outside but no one know you

[Verse 2: KARRAHBOOO]
I spot some broke bitches, I smell the perfume (Damn, damn)
I really hurt bitches, I really hurt dudes (Us)
I fuck a sack up, I fuck up Pro Tools
I never had stuff, I used to break rules (Go)
She buyin' swag and ain't pay homage, but it's past due (Go)
Don't put your hands on my neck if you ain't put glass on it
N***a called my phone up 'bout some thirties, almost passed on it (Go)
Rollin' off a X, touched my tongue, I almost gagged from it (Blegh)
[Interlude: Dc2trill]
You know what I'm sayin'?
Concrete business
N***as ain't is what we is
N***a, don't bleed what we bleed, you know what I'm sayin'?
Think you the biggest 'til you come to a different league
You know what I'm sayin'?
Drank baby shit
Concrete shit

[Verse 3: Dc2trill]
All of us some four-lifers, your bitch is a one-nighter
I take me a piña Fanta, made that bitch look like swiper
I could take the cash flow, build her up like Hasbro's
Get the shooters feet wet, camp out his house like Laslo
I decline plenty features, I don't want parts in it
She on the X app, showin' her sex appeal, I never heart the shit
This ain't no video, I'm sparkin' shit, my cup filled up with darkness
Damn, another wire just hit, already pilin', just addin' it
I take a dub and just add to the kit
Postin' the gang got you mad at the bitch
Droppin' a tape and just add to the misses
Two hands, two eyes, and two bad bitches
One call, Four Seasons, six hoes with me
One million, two pints of wock, no tris
Came with the gang, tryna duck, cut did it
Ain't a thing change, I'm on Concrete business