Concrete Boys, Lil Yachty, Draft Day, KARRAHBOOO and Camo! - 2 HANDS 2 EYES 10 WHIPS

(Hey)
Catch us in and out, we movin' tact', these niggas don't stand on business (brrt)
Ready for war right now 'bout the 'Crete
I ain't playin' 'bout mine, put it all on the unit ('Crete)
Movin' in silence, don't talk, rather do it
Countin' these racks, gettin' fly, rockin' Junior
Wannabe, yes, I'ma call you my junior
I can see they runnin' gimmicks (see that shit)
Cross me once, it's up, you finished
They gon' show they true intent (hey)
All my members gon' represent (slatt)
Showin' out, gon' throw my set (yeah-yeah)
If we say it's up, then it's stuck then (it's stuck then)
Know they scared, they bluffin' (know they bluffin')
Watch me stand on all ten (bitch, on all ten)
Nigga, this shit no pressure

(Flage)
Hundreds keep stickin' together, a bitch I need, I ain't met her
My old bitch wanted to live in my skin, I had to motherfuckin' shed her (go)
Big F.N., I left it at home, today I'ma tote the Berretta
Redbone bitch on my dick, I treat her like my soda, I'm makin' her redder
Yeah, the Hellcat is geeked, G-Wagon shit on the Jeep (phew)
Thought you was playin' for keeps, my diamonds white like bleach
We brought the sand to the beach, none of the whips is a lease
Open your legs, let me breach (yeah), I brought the pill in two pieces
I'm standin' outside like recess, my Cartier frames like Reese's
My brother keep turnin' his water to Wock', I'm startin' to think his name Jesus (hee)
My rear views look like the Pistons (bee), I keep doin' that shit that you wishin'
Got this rub on my neck like religion, when we walk in, they stand, attention

I've been sendin' bad bitches to college (mm-hmm)
I'ma dressin' person for easter (mm-hmm)
I've been mixin' the drink like baristas (mm-hmm)
Put her head to my legs, like Bautista (Damn)
Yeah, they suckin' online
But see me in person and tell me, "It's real nice to meet you" (go)
My bitch really ain't got no ass
But look in the mirror, it's top ten features
I can't hang with these niggas
They don't be havin' many goals, like a game of FIFA
I'll fuck on a bitch like Ari (okay)
I'll fuck on a bitch like Aretha (okay)
Most y'all niggas ain't never been knew
When I bring up Safaris, y'all bring up computers
I sit front row for all of my shooters, in the court (phew)

Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (phew)
Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (phew)
Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (phew)
Two hands, two eyes, ten whips (phew)
Two hands, two eyes, yeah, okay
Said I got two hands, two eyes, ten whips (yeah)
Two hands, two eyes (damn)

Double seat, double mute (mm-hmm)
Penthouse with a view
Rappin' like the rent due
Leave a nigga balls blue (yeah)
It's Booo (not the-), and Drafty
I don't need no nigga for shit, bitch, I'm crafty

Sack pusher, yeah, baby, I'm a heartbreaker
All that rap cap sound good, but they pump fakin'
Risk takin', where it's at? Know your spot got took
Broke her back, she leavin' shook, in that water, I'm her bae
Real love man, I hug, them hate, by the 'Crete eye when I play
I can't waste no time, I'm chasin' these millions, lil' bitch, you want me to stay
Why the brokest nigga in the room with no motion got the most to say?
Always scream what you finna go do, poppin' outside but no one know you

I spot some broke bitches, I smell the perfume
I really hurt bitches, I really hurt dudes
I fuck a sack up, I fuck up Pro Tools
I never had stuff, I used to break rules
She buyin' swag and ain't pay homage, but it's past due
Don't put your hands on my neck, then put glass on it
Nigga called my phone up 'bout some thirties, almost passed on it
Rollin' off a X, touched my tongue, I almost gagged from it (bleh)

You know what I'm sayin'?
Concrete business
Niggas ain't is what we is
Nigga, don't bleed what we bleed, you know what I'm sayin'?
Think you the biggest 'til you come to a different league
You know what I'm sayin'?
Drank baby, shit
Concrete shit

All of us on four-lifers, your bitch is a one-nighter
I take me a piña Fanta, made that bitch look like Swiper
I could take the cash flow, build her up like Hasbro's
Get the shooters feet wet, camp out his house like Laszlo
I decline plenty features, I don't want parts in it
She on the X app, showin' her sex appeal, I never heart the shit
This ain't no video, I'm sparkin' shit, my cup filled up with darkness
Damn, another wire just hit, already pilin', just addin' it
I take a dub and just add to the kit
Postin' the gang got you mad at the bitch
Dropped on the tape and just add to the misses
Two hands, two eyes, and two bad bitches
One car, four seats, and six hoes with me
Want me two pints of Wock', no Tris
Came with the gang, tryin' to dock her didn't it
Anything change, I'm on Concrete business

Written by:
Andrew Ricon, Cameron Butts, Justin Daniels, Karrah Schuster, Miles McCollum, Samuel Sanchez

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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