It’s Us

[Intro: Babyfxce E]
(Enrgy made this one)
Yeah, ayy (What up, Enrgy?)
It's like I'm proud of what I did, but I don't think I did enough (Yop, yop)
Just started my career, nigga, wait 'til I get done (It's with an X, nigga)
I was— hold on, bitch (Alright, alright)
Bring it back (Come on)
Yeah

[Chorus: Babyfxce E]
It's like I'm proud of what I did, but I don't think I did enough (I didn't)
Just started my career, nigga, wait 'til I get done (No hat)
I was buyin' 'bows just so I could make some money, nigga (Uh-huh)
Then I made some money, now I do it just because (Fuck it)
You won't see the stick 'cause we keep them bitches tucked (Tucked)
Come fuck with my side, bae, we turnin' bitches up (Come on)
Go say a couple lines, then go put somethin' in my cup
When thеy see tire marks on the concretе, boy, they think it's us

[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
In the strike, I'm tryna strike a lil' bitch, I feel like Yachty (Yop)
You wouldn't look like money if you taped it on your body (Bitch)
You want me to take you serious, you better make a fuckin' deposit
Nigga, y'all can't slide for shit, I'm finna take y'all ass to hockey
I don't know her name, I just call her ass bae (Bae)
She don't know me neither, she just call my ass Fxce (Gang)
Bitches in the city, I got bitches out of state (Yop)
I got bitches with some inches, I got bitches with a lace
I got a bitch that live in Florida, it's hot as fuck, but she cold as hell
Before you lock me up, let me sip the cup before I go to jail
You want fifty thousand for a what? You can go to hell
Took a loan out of my own money, now I owe myself

[Chorus: Babyfxce E]
You won't see the stick 'cause we keep them bitches tucked (Man, tucked)
Come fuck with my side, bae, we turnin' bitches up (Come on)
Go say a couple lines, then go put somethin' in my cup
When they see tire marks on the concrete, boy, they think it's us (Us)

[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Why the fuck they always on my dick? Niggas sus (What?)
How the fuck my brodie got the stick in the club? (How?)
Talkin' money, I'ma get it quick, run it up (Yeah)
You tryna book me, I'll rob that bitch for a dub (On gang)
Nigga flyer than a bird, but you can't play me like a duck
Why you bought that bitch a purse, nigga? You ain't even fuck (Damn)
Ridin' with that— (Shh), know we gotta keep it tucked (Yeah)
Man, this shit come from the grind, nigga, none of this ain't luck (On God)
Can't believe a nigga signed, now I'm up a million-plus (Huh?)
Boy, your chain don't even shine, that shit kinda lookin' rust (Damn)
Money on my mind, gettin' chicken, that's a must (Yeah)
She keep blowin' up my line, I only hit your bitch once (What?)
I don't got no feelings 'cause I rolled 'em in a blunt
Gas in my 'Wood, this shit smellin' like a skunk (Ugh)
The plug on the way, fifty P's in the trunk (On God)
Can barely breathe, got exotic weed in my lungs (Yeah)
I got ten in my right pocket, ten in my left (Yeah)
He wasn't talkin' money to me, so I acted like I'm deaf (Damn)
Ain't nobody give it to me, went and got it by myself (Yeah)
All these niggas hatin' on me, I just tell 'em go to hell (Go to hell)
I just want the head, told the bitch to use her noggin (Ugh)
You don't got no bread, nigga, you be window shoppin' (Damn)
The fans love the music, they like, "Tyler, when you droppin'?" (On God)
I hope he don't gotta use it, but my brodie keep the rocket (Rrah)

[Chorus: Babyfxce E]
You won't see the stick 'cause we keep them bitches tucked (Tucked)
Come fuck with my side, bae, we turnin' bitches up (Come on)
Go say a couple lines, then go put somethin' in my cup
When they see tire marks on the concrete, boy, they think it's us