"PUSH IT" lyrics
Concrete Boys Lyrics
(performed by Lil Yachty & Draft Day)
[Draft Day:]
Ballin' when the lights come on (Hoo)
Man, I jump till the lights come off (Hey)
First one in, last one out this motherfucker (You)
Concrete first round pick for a reason, nigga ('Crete)
Man, you niggas got me mad as hell
Knife up in my back with a smile, sayin' you wish me well (Hrr, hrr)
Can't you tell?
I'm the one, no need to yell (Phew)
Brace my heart, snitches praise online while Jeff still in jail
Free the Slime (Slatt) and all the guys, no fear prevail
Roll the dice, bet the house on mine and I'll lead the line
Pay the fine, pop's in the feds, killin' a little time
Told the OG, "Keep his head up (Got you), and I'ma hold it down"
I got the girls, mom dukes and Jazz, I'll get my spine (Phew)
Me versus me, veni, vidi, vici, I'm tryin' to kick the doors (Ay)
Fuckin' hoes, face card, Mona Lisa, this the Da Vinci code (Yuh)
But when I'm flyin' through the city in the Tootsie Rolls
I'm in that mode, ready, set—
Ah, here you go, a foot race, survival of the fittest, just the way it go (Facts)
Ninth grade, it was fuck the field, in them classrooms (Fuck 'em)
Tenth grade, I picked up the mic, and I cash rooms (Cash)
Eleventh grade, I got a little taller
But I'm a different baller
Twelfth grade, the boy 'comes a man, I had a outward father
Life shit never gets easier, only gets harder
Smile it, or keep pushin' forward, better move smarter (Go)
Or work harder
Reach for the moons, steppin' on clouds
No complainin', never make excuses, so I stop now (Draft)
Heavy is the head, better bust down before I get my crown (Brr)
Niggas talkin' crazy, better kick rocks (Kick)
Better pick it up (Huh), better, huh
Push it
Puh, puh, push it
[Lil Yachty:]
FN jumpin' all over the place, [?] get up with me when you can
Uh, look, ay, I cut her off, and now my dick small
Shit, I heard worser things from better people, I'm not fazed at all
I bet you'd lose your faith if you was broke like we was
I bet you had to ask if you got rich as us, I'm juggin' in the Bentley truck
It's keys red, it's not a cat, this a Ferrari, baby
Fucked all her friends, I told her, "Sorry, I'm not sorry, baby"
This little ho a fiend, she do more drugs than Jeff Hardy, baby
Anymore than I need them, it's retarded, baby
I, I think about my nut before we started, baby
My garage filled with clothes, my gangster clothes shakin' crazy, baby
From '97, but my shoes from the 80s, baby
Move it like Frasier, baby, black peel, she eliminated
I'm never intimidated, these niggas is pussy
She a Harvard graduate, but she felt like Suki
And her daddy rich, but her brother ain't a ho
He'll beat up in the back of any grocery store
I'll buy the whole case if the number get low
Ironic Reese little bro named Chase 'cause we be dosed to the floor
And we beat up the whales, give 'em TDs, hell
My first Margielas, wore 'em till my fuckin' ankles were swell
I got rich off One Night, still impatient as hell
I can't tell if she white or if she ashy as hell
My muse scared as hell but she fled around like she ain't
I will not hit your cup if it ain't dark as my mink
I'll pay a couple extra 'cause the acorn extinct
How I'm racist? Can't tell if she a Asian or—
Hundred grand on my teeth, no time for braces, little bitch
While my bitch is [?], pussy pink, asshole wink
What you know 'bout havin' supporters that feel like you gon' sink?
What you know 'bout bein' so rich, you sleepin', scared it's a dream?
Why the fuck they treat drank like it's methamphetamine?
Why they on dick so bad, they obsessed with the team?
Us
[Draft Day:]
Niggas talkin' crazy, better kick rocks
Better pick it up, better, huh
Push it
Ballin' when the lights come on (Hoo)
Man, I jump till the lights come off (Hey)
First one in, last one out this motherfucker (You)
Concrete first round pick for a reason, nigga ('Crete)
Man, you niggas got me mad as hell
Knife up in my back with a smile, sayin' you wish me well (Hrr, hrr)
Can't you tell?
I'm the one, no need to yell (Phew)
Brace my heart, snitches praise online while Jeff still in jail
Free the Slime (Slatt) and all the guys, no fear prevail
Roll the dice, bet the house on mine and I'll lead the line
Pay the fine, pop's in the feds, killin' a little time
Told the OG, "Keep his head up (Got you), and I'ma hold it down"
I got the girls, mom dukes and Jazz, I'll get my spine (Phew)
Me versus me, veni, vidi, vici, I'm tryin' to kick the doors (Ay)
Fuckin' hoes, face card, Mona Lisa, this the Da Vinci code (Yuh)
But when I'm flyin' through the city in the Tootsie Rolls
I'm in that mode, ready, set—
Ah, here you go, a foot race, survival of the fittest, just the way it go (Facts)
Ninth grade, it was fuck the field, in them classrooms (Fuck 'em)
Tenth grade, I picked up the mic, and I cash rooms (Cash)
Eleventh grade, I got a little taller
But I'm a different baller
Twelfth grade, the boy 'comes a man, I had a outward father
Life shit never gets easier, only gets harder
Smile it, or keep pushin' forward, better move smarter (Go)
Or work harder
Reach for the moons, steppin' on clouds
No complainin', never make excuses, so I stop now (Draft)
Heavy is the head, better bust down before I get my crown (Brr)
Niggas talkin' crazy, better kick rocks (Kick)
Better pick it up (Huh), better, huh
Push it
Puh, puh, push it
[Lil Yachty:]
FN jumpin' all over the place, [?] get up with me when you can
Uh, look, ay, I cut her off, and now my dick small
Shit, I heard worser things from better people, I'm not fazed at all
I bet you'd lose your faith if you was broke like we was
I bet you had to ask if you got rich as us, I'm juggin' in the Bentley truck
It's keys red, it's not a cat, this a Ferrari, baby
Fucked all her friends, I told her, "Sorry, I'm not sorry, baby"
This little ho a fiend, she do more drugs than Jeff Hardy, baby
Anymore than I need them, it's retarded, baby
I, I think about my nut before we started, baby
My garage filled with clothes, my gangster clothes shakin' crazy, baby
From '97, but my shoes from the 80s, baby
Move it like Frasier, baby, black peel, she eliminated
I'm never intimidated, these niggas is pussy
She a Harvard graduate, but she felt like Suki
And her daddy rich, but her brother ain't a ho
He'll beat up in the back of any grocery store
I'll buy the whole case if the number get low
Ironic Reese little bro named Chase 'cause we be dosed to the floor
And we beat up the whales, give 'em TDs, hell
My first Margielas, wore 'em till my fuckin' ankles were swell
I got rich off One Night, still impatient as hell
I can't tell if she white or if she ashy as hell
My muse scared as hell but she fled around like she ain't
I will not hit your cup if it ain't dark as my mink
I'll pay a couple extra 'cause the acorn extinct
How I'm racist? Can't tell if she a Asian or—
Hundred grand on my teeth, no time for braces, little bitch
While my bitch is [?], pussy pink, asshole wink
What you know 'bout havin' supporters that feel like you gon' sink?
What you know 'bout bein' so rich, you sleepin', scared it's a dream?
Why the fuck they treat drank like it's methamphetamine?
Why they on dick so bad, they obsessed with the team?
Us
[Draft Day:]
Niggas talkin' crazy, better kick rocks
Better pick it up, better, huh
Push it
