(Buddah bless this beat)
It´s us (Hit ´em with the Jab)
Strappin´ the keeper, mm, uh, keepin´ the keys on, uh
Keepin´ the keys to the WAP when I pull out (Boys)

Go, okay, slatt, okay, damn, ´crete, ´kay
Keepin´ the keys to the coupe when I pull out (Brrt)
Gimme the keys to the ´crete when I pull out (´Crete, ´crete)
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I´ma pull out (Skrrt)
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I´ma (Skrrt, uh)
Go, I´m on the top of this shit (Yeah)
Okay, okay (Earl on the Beat), okay (Concrete Boys)

Gimme the keys to the coupe, I´ma pull out
Gotta wear condoms ´cause I do not pull out (Ew)
Walk in the spot, fifty deep with the tool out
They know that it´s us, show out at the cookout (Slatt, go)
We gettin´ money, don´t care ´bout what they on (Us)

Finger fuck hunnids at home all alone
In a suit with a stick like Capone (Beep)
Bo for the Jackson, like Shamone
I took the chrome to chrome (Shamone)
I took his bitch, I boned (Beezy)
I made her leave her phone, yes
(Yeah, oh) Who said we ain´t made records? (Go)
Rich-ass still eatin´ Checkers
Still pull up, double decker (Boys)
Still control the whole Mecca
Still that nigga, still (Still)
I still fuck her, I will (Will)
Might put this bitch in my will (Will)
(Wait, hold on, you´re gon´ do what?
You´re trippin´, nigga, I´m from, nigga) Us, chill
Fuckin´ this bitch in the hills
I ain´t even lick her, she wet as a eel

Ew, nigga, I´m just talkin´ (Oh my God)
Get on these beats and I´m not even rappin´
I´m literally flossin´ and walkin´ (Walk)
Get on these beats that I´m literally walkin´
On God, I really be flossin´ (Walk)
Bitch in the sheets, hit that bitch from the back
Put the pussy inside of a coffin