[Intro: Lil Yachty]
God damn! Man look
And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube (Brr, yeah, yeah)
Crete, you know it's us
Hey guys
Hey
Fuck 'em, we spared 'em
Ooh, man, man, man, her mama got ass too
N***a, we spared 'em, we spared 'em, on gang, we did (We did, swear)
Just give me three and a half minutes, maybe even four, she'll be wanting to marry a n***a
Who, her mama? (Slatt)
Yeah
Older the berry, the sweeter the juice
N***a, it's "the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice"
Yeah, well, yeah, She blacker than a motherfucker too
(Brrrt!)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Damn, damn, look (It's us)
We keep the opps on they toes (Yeah)
We keep the thots on they knees
Hm, gave him a pass, I hear him in the room like "Please"
I keep me a new F&N
Ten milli' pistols, pew, pew, pew, pew (Brrt)
Yeah, I bring the light to the surface (Go)
I make [?] purses (Yeah)
Took a bad bitch out to churches (Go)
Fuck her one time, then she worthless
Hmm, put a lil' bro where the hearse is
You say it's up, then it's up
With something you can't get rid of like herpes
Make him drop to the floor like burpees
Brrrt (Damn)
Baby, I'm crème de la crème
Fucked a white bitch from the projects, told her keep rappin', she'll be Eminem, yeah
Heard that boy was a shot caller, but shit ain't workin', he need a new sim
Finna go broke keepin' up with the Joneses, like yo first name Jim (Ballin')
Tryna buy all that Chrome (Slatt), only chrome I'm focused on, the one I'mma put in yo dome
Keep playing with my name pussy (Hahaha)
It's us (Bee) (They know it's us)
[Verse 2: Draft Day]
Yeah (Draft!)
They tryna do what we do
Everything we done did, they studied it, tryna keep up with our moves (Can't keep up)
I hit the bitch and I snooze (On God)
Only thing on my mind right now is cash rules, I need it
I can't be like you, never (Nah)
If it's smoke, we spinnin' like propellers (Brrrr)
Better go grab your umbrella
No, it ain't rainin', we came with that thunder and we gon' slide forever, pussy

[Verse 3: Lord Reese, Lil Yachty]
Everytime I think about that fire, I pour up in ice cubes (Huh)
We just stomped that n***a out the store 'cause we ain't like dude (Bitch)
Don't let my n***as catch you slippin, we like Ezel
Trappin' makin' plays but I don't ever count like esell
I went Prada all week and n***as should be proud of me (I had to show 'em)
You don't want them folks to see the other side of me

[Outro: Lil Yachty, Lord Reese]
Yeah, and they know it's us till the dawn of dust
Concrete
Come on
You know it's us