CANT BE CRETE BOYS lyrics

Part I

[Verse 1: Veeze]
f*ck with award shows
He said he was standing on business, but him and opps had a convo
I walk to the kitchen to get in the club, you standing in line, broke
Everyday dead friends in my closet, can’t live basically, I'm dying slow
I'm sippin' codeine by the pint, lil' baby, I'm sorry, I don't drive boat
I'm throwin' it up in the club, the money you’d risk your life for
I'm rockin' the Concrete Air Force 1, I can't put a price on it
My twin got big ass stones in the ear, look like he did an icefall

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
My mama paid three thou' for a bag, can't even put her phone in it
Paid too bitty cash for gold, Patek ain't even have stones in it
You n*ggas so soft, we cut 'em boys up and ain't got no bones in 'em
f*ck around, foul, spill some blood all over my Chrome denim
n*gga mad at me, be mad at your ho, what the f*ck is wrong with him?
Y'all took that fine and I'm intentionally doin' a song with him
I-T-S U-S, anywhere, everywhere, n*gga, we hot
You n*ggas so lame, gotta rock their jewlery inside the house
Ain't f*ck with these n*ggas, I'm master, moving around like a bast*rd
Ain't goin' back and forth with no sucker ass n*gga who fell out fast with
First n*gga tugged on my chain, make an example, make a disaster
I like my hoes, no face no case, my b*tch straight out Nebraska
Part II
[Lil Yachty]
Head tap it break down
Feeding them tropic with some exotic sh*t
Going out bad out the mouth call him Consequence
[Veeze]
Police dogs nose in my denim
I know a n*gga hustle harder and he one-legged
We hop out suicide doors the group got double letters