Concrete lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo (Grr)
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom (Ayo)
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom

[Verse 1: Westside Gunna]
Ayo, I know some lowheads that'll stick you for your horse
No remorse, I weigh the MAC-12 out the Porsche
Surely you and me look alike, I sell brick for sport
We on the rec yard, some Kings stabbed him on the court (Ah)
.40 with your di*k make the whole crowd scatter (Boom boom boom boom boom)
All my n*ggas rich, from the shooter to the bagger
Balenciaga duffle bag filled with whole slabs
Step on these Ricks, you gettin’ toe tagged (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
TrillStatik, you know this sh*t dope, right?
I swear I been fly my whole life
A n*gga be paranoid
I sleep with the pole every night
God is the greatest, looked at my plug like we made it
My style look like Kerry James Marshall painted it (Ah)
I heard your album and I hated it (Ah)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
f*ck it, you need to stop rappin’ n*gga and wait a bit
A bulldog with the leash off
Grabbed the gloves and polished the piece off
Yo f*ck homie, he soft
And I’m concrete, realest n*gga on feet
The shotgun is riding shotgun, I’m feeling complete
Don't ride down Bun’s street, it won’t end good
I’m triple OG motherf*cker, I’ve been good
From the west side to Windwood, haters know
You barkin' up the wrong tree, that ain’t the way to go
Pull a big thing with them extras out
That’s what that big boy flex about, you n*ggas up next, I'm out
‘Cause I don’t really do this sucka sh*t
For real, you must not know who you f*ckin’ with
It’s 100 when you see me
I get Jordans from Mike Jordan, man you n*ggas couldn’t be me
I used to have a pocket full of stones
Now I got properties and homes, there ain’t no stoppin' me, it's on n*gga
[Verse 3: Termanology]
Uh, hangin’ out with Bun and West, grab my gun and vest
100 percent chance body died, know nothing less
Before the live streams, it was crime scenes
Mercedes Benz with the rims since I was nineteen
Greatest Puerto-Rican rapper since Joe and Pun
You could line up a hundred and couldn’t show me one
Take my time with this verse until I know it’s done
My mama had nightmares they killed her only son
Walked into the store to cop a Limbase
Some kid got shot in this mente, they ended his day
My whip the color of yay but I don’t whip yay
And when I did, it was heavy, I had my sh*t sprayed
Now we streaming on TIDAL, they let this sh*t play
Made history with my idols, we had a big day
It’s TrillStatik 'cause real hip-hop matters
You can bite the idea, but we had it before you had it, facts