Its Us

[Intro: Draft Day]
(And the winner is PlaqueBoyMax; ha)
Yeah, U-S, uh, huh (Brr)

[Verse 1: Draft Day]
I'm back in that action
New whip came purple like Lamar Jackson
My bitch out in B-more
She bad as hell, but she know damn well I hate her accent
Product cost fees overseas, get the tax in
Yellow diamonds and the watch face look like a plaque (Ha, hey)
But I'm not talkin' Max and 'em
Feel like the boy, no new friends
Out in Vegas, post up at the Wynn (Go)
7.62's gon' knock off a limb
You smoke KK? I'm not talkin' about Kim (Brr)
Feel like Vince Carter, my arm in the rim (Yeah)

[Chorus: Draft Day]
I-T-S-U-S, been trim (Us)
I-T-S-U-S, been trim ('Crete)
I-T-S-U-S, been trim (Us)
I-T-S-U-S-U-S-U-S-U-S— (Us, us; And the winner is— CONCRETE)

[Verse 2: DC2Trill]
I done went, drop-top, huh
Prada tube sock (Yo)
All you niggas square, turn this shit to my block
Chrome Hearts frames, these limited rose gold
Broke nigga always talking shit that he don't know
Rips in my Balenci' jeans look like a hobo
I'm at a club with two hoes on a GoPro
Eight karat diamond, nigga, I ain't got a showboat
Hundred-K in cash, I done FaceTimed to show Boat
I'm in a coupe with the dudes, they don't go-go
She used my drink as a chaser, big no-no

[Verse 3: Camo! & Lil Yachty]
Yeah, get up with me
I was sippin' on something, but I'm not tipsy (I'm not)
It's a six figure month, bitch, I get busy (Frr)
Max gotta bust the whole stream down fifty-fifty (Phew-phew)
I done seen her, tell her ten times she dizzy (Phew-phew)
I done put the twelve sipper soda, not fizzy (Uh-uh)
Walking with a fifty, tell them niggas come get me (Ayy, ayy)
Feeling like 50, I'm rolling with the mob (Ayy, ayy)
Tired of getting swag, fuck these niggas, I'm taxin' (Phew)
She gave me head 'til I ain't need to ask for it (Phew-phew)
Think I got rich overnight, how it happened? (Phew-phew)
We had a slow come-up, bench maxing (Okay)
He is a Kevin Hart ass nigga, its time to ride along, he's funny acting (Phew-phew)
I done put fifty bands inside the trap to supply the map, that's my broski's passion (For the mob)

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
(Little Miles)
She ain't goin'? Okay, I'ma slide on her sister (Phew)
Niggas not keeping it P, it's my system (Phew)
Watered me down, right wrist a rose vista (Phew)
I bought a Tesla, gave it to my dad (Phew)
I got some Tuss and shared it with a ho (Phew)
Backbreaker, trunk beater, geeked on the floor (Phew)
Throwin' up Molly, kick M like a pro, boxer (Phew, phew)
Shout-out unc' Stan, he prouder than Oscar
Poured up eleven, we moved up from toddlers
Hit her one time, she went home, roger
Ice in my mouth, Permanente, Kaiser
Drippin' on turf, fuck it, give me a visor
Hoes came through, God, wish she was settin' me up, no trip, I just had to advise her
Rip 'em up, so much blood, make your eyes hurt
Chain ain't hittin' dawg (CONCRETE), what is ya shine worth?
Bought Cartier, shit, that's for the time wear
Double R, two umbrellas, went Fonzworth
Flyin' PJ's with Tata, fuck a concourse
Rock out a show (What?)
Rock out a show, show out, fuck a encore
Takes two seconds, send invoice (Send it)
I know I'm all on your Pinterest
Spend on syrup what these niggas signed for
(Little Miles is heating up)
Ain't shit funny, bitch-nigga, I ain't Seinfeld
Pull up all orange, I'm Garfield (Phew)
House down the hill, I'm top tier (Phew)
Grandparents worked in a steel mill (Phew)
2T on the tee, this shit too real (Phew)
I pop out the V, get ya boo wet (Phew)
.30 clip in this bitch, make ya oatmeal

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Us