CRETE CYPHER INTRO

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[Verse 1: Draft Day] Head-first, I limbo, I'm back in the 'Raq Go get you some money, get turned to a pack They was sleepin' on us, we done brought the 'Crete back Only speakin' true facts, the First Round, I'm back Fuck what you heard, pussy, all that shit cap We the ones pushin' the wave and the gap Shit back blazin', got it hot on the map Better treat this rap shit like your motion in trap There's no other choice in this game but to snap I don't know nothin' else, you gon' fail or adapt I'm back talkin' money, it fell in my lap She told me she love me, I'm cashin' hеr out Widebody 'Ghini, cut the traction right out If you werеn't seein' me, I'm droppin' the dot The story just started, let's thicken the plot If you ain't all in, better let me know now [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Ain't nobody bigger than the program Crank your top like a ice cold soda can Caddy V all-white, I'm with Dirty Dan Hit the pedal, shit loud as a soccer chant And I'm nervous as hell, I keep nina with me, we steady be holdin' hands Old school fox, widebody, all-white with a stripe, lookin' just like a bowlin' pin Eyes wide, courtside, ain't gotta say it, you know it's him Twin all black like he Opium Now twin just full with them opioids Woofin' in your close friends, get shot in your ass like performance steroids Thick white bitch with orange hair, lookin' just like the lead in Paramore My angels look just like Drew Barrymore These new niggas all a parody If you don't drop your nuts, what you livin' for? It's the 'Crete steppin' all on your motherboard Young nigga tougher than Otterbox Me and my niggas don't split the pot We treat the backend just like at Equinox It's us [Part II] [Intro: Camo!] 31 'Crete, IPS boys We only lookin' up to God and niggas with a billion plus Other than the guys, ain't no soul I trust It's us [Verse 1: Camo!] Man, life been goin' great, I'm coppin' the lean by the case I'm treatin' these hoes like Rolex, whenever I want to, switch the face I'm killin' these beats, I'm goin' to work like SpongeBob, servin' bass Got so many Chrome Heart crosses, I'm finna change my life like Mase These niggas too broke to stand next to me, give 'em a crutch, let 'em walk with a brace Your card declined, embarrassin', but imagine I said it like Drake Some of them niggas, they steal they swag from us, this shit gettin' bigger than the Met How dare you try to talk cash with me, you a four-figure nigga like Brett I would forfeit a finger for gang, on God, I'm puttin' in pain for the set I done took risks all my life, like I don't know how many chances you get Cut these niggas in the pan again, they all start panickin' All of my niggas done got rich up out the Concrete mansion [Verse 2: DC2Trill] I done popped out fresh ass hell again, ain't use no mannequin Once you show too many bitch traits, can't be no man again (Woo, pussy) I'ma need 'em by this afternoon, wrist rubber bands again (Need it, drank) Bitch, I'm wild as Taliban, I heard Cash don't know your hand (I need this drank) ITF, they heard again, they brought 'em back, got murked again (Fuck) My cup in the murky ends (Woah), the bitch hit my Paris friend Lil Moe angers, he perishin' I walked in parallel, walked out like the letter L (Leavin') But I ain't never catchin' 'em (Promise you) Five stories in the crib, ain't tell no fairy tale (Yo) If the tooth fairy come to my house (Yo), nigga, I'ma need like half a M (These diamonds) Maybach truck tires, caught her self-slashin' them (Stupid) I'ma walk outside and put my drank up in the air (Stupid, fuck on) Feel like Pootie Tang, I ain't sayin' nothin' else (Mm) Fuck (Solitaire) Feel like Pootie Tang, we givin' niggas belt (Whoopings, whoopings, whoopings) Solitaire