"GO" lyrics
PlaqueBoyMax, Concrete Boys (Lil Yachty, Camo!, Dc2trill & Draft Day) Lyrics
And the winner is, Concrete
Yeah
Yeah
I'm a 5$TAR Concrete Boy, sip tall-tall, pull a bad bitch for a softball
Hit akh, pull up the Sprites, ten chains on, changing the lights
And we all keep a blick, we don't fight (Yeah)
Keep a dyke with me, she pipe (Yeah)
My cup like it's the Snipes (Yeah)
My bitch home, high as a kite (Yeah)
It's probably a Perc, her vice (Yeah)
I'd rather codeine with the ice (What?)
My diamonds is bigger than, uh (Yeah)
My diamonds is bigger than rice (Yeah)
My dog, he with me, no lice
Big mansion, came from the mice
I do a ho V-103
I'm quick to let a bitch go
I got residue stuck in the cup (Okay)
I lean like I'm missing a toe (Okay)
Make a threat and I promise, no sweat at all
One hand motion, tell 'em to go
Go, go, go, go, go
Two chains on me on the strip (Okay)
Two guns make me walk with a limp (Pow-pow)
I got bitches galore, I'm a pimp (What else?)
Don't compare me to them boys, simp
This shit big, put it on a blimp (Okay)
Forty bands on me, Shawn Kemp
Me and my dogs locked in till the end
We stuck together, veneer temp (03)
I'm quick to let a bitch go (Go)
I got residue stuck in the cup (Okay)
I lean like I'm missing a toe (Okay)
I'm quick to let a bitch go
One hand motion, tell 'em to go
Go, go, go, go, go
I step trim, my bitch trim
Invade that ****'s block, Invader Zim
I got a Glock, I don't fade with him
Can't pay him attention, can't pay his rent
Got me bent, fuck-ass ho can't get a cent
My teeth, diamonds implanted in it
Volume 2, we've been planning this shit
Eyeing the house, fuck it, empty the clip
Don't even trip, just plead the fifth
I had a six but I poured me a fifth
5$TAR hoes, I got Max in here
She got 2T on her lip
My house nice, no mood board
Dubbing your bitch 'cause I'm not in the mood for it
Don't know my name, just call me the groove boy
Huh, if the glove fit, I can't lose, I don't miss
Ws in the chat, go big-body Benz
Never did the Scat, the whip already got perks for the flat
But the Crete stand always on ten
My timing is perfect, I move with precision
Pressure makes diamonds, I'm cool with the tension
Never had a stylist, our swag been different
We flexing our muscles like we finished lifting
Big buds only, not smoking no midget
No budget, my pockets is fat, DJ Mustard
Know them boys tender, they flodge, they busters
Roll me a joint and I go get lifted
Hop in the whip and I might start drifting
First round, 5$TAR, boy been committed
Aye chat, thanks for another ten gifted
Crete lifestyle, Volume 2, this shit different
I'm quick to let a bitch go (Go)
I got residue stuck in the cup (Okay)
I lean like I'm missing a toe (Okay)
I'm quick to let a bitch go
One hand motion, tell 'em to go
Go, go, go, go, go
Yeah
Yeah
I'm a 5$TAR Concrete Boy, sip tall-tall, pull a bad bitch for a softball
Hit akh, pull up the Sprites, ten chains on, changing the lights
And we all keep a blick, we don't fight (Yeah)
Keep a dyke with me, she pipe (Yeah)
My cup like it's the Snipes (Yeah)
My bitch home, high as a kite (Yeah)
It's probably a Perc, her vice (Yeah)
I'd rather codeine with the ice (What?)
My diamonds is bigger than, uh (Yeah)
My diamonds is bigger than rice (Yeah)
My dog, he with me, no lice
Big mansion, came from the mice
I do a ho V-103
I'm quick to let a bitch go
I got residue stuck in the cup (Okay)
I lean like I'm missing a toe (Okay)
Make a threat and I promise, no sweat at all
One hand motion, tell 'em to go
Go, go, go, go, go
Two chains on me on the strip (Okay)
Two guns make me walk with a limp (Pow-pow)
I got bitches galore, I'm a pimp (What else?)
Don't compare me to them boys, simp
This shit big, put it on a blimp (Okay)
Forty bands on me, Shawn Kemp
Me and my dogs locked in till the end
We stuck together, veneer temp (03)
I'm quick to let a bitch go (Go)
I got residue stuck in the cup (Okay)
I lean like I'm missing a toe (Okay)
I'm quick to let a bitch go
One hand motion, tell 'em to go
Go, go, go, go, go
I step trim, my bitch trim
Invade that ****'s block, Invader Zim
I got a Glock, I don't fade with him
Can't pay him attention, can't pay his rent
Got me bent, fuck-ass ho can't get a cent
My teeth, diamonds implanted in it
Volume 2, we've been planning this shit
Eyeing the house, fuck it, empty the clip
Don't even trip, just plead the fifth
I had a six but I poured me a fifth
5$TAR hoes, I got Max in here
She got 2T on her lip
My house nice, no mood board
Dubbing your bitch 'cause I'm not in the mood for it
Don't know my name, just call me the groove boy
Huh, if the glove fit, I can't lose, I don't miss
Ws in the chat, go big-body Benz
Never did the Scat, the whip already got perks for the flat
But the Crete stand always on ten
My timing is perfect, I move with precision
Pressure makes diamonds, I'm cool with the tension
Never had a stylist, our swag been different
We flexing our muscles like we finished lifting
Big buds only, not smoking no midget
No budget, my pockets is fat, DJ Mustard
Know them boys tender, they flodge, they busters
Roll me a joint and I go get lifted
Hop in the whip and I might start drifting
First round, 5$TAR, boy been committed
Aye chat, thanks for another ten gifted
Crete lifestyle, Volume 2, this shit different
I'm quick to let a bitch go (Go)
I got residue stuck in the cup (Okay)
I lean like I'm missing a toe (Okay)
I'm quick to let a bitch go
One hand motion, tell 'em to go
Go, go, go, go, go
