POINT ME TO IT - Concrete Boys, Lil Yachty & Camo!

30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga Back against the wall, concrete boys up, uh I enter the void, I be goin' up I shamed myself tryna fuck that bitch Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah Criss-cross my realm, come right out my DMs Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems Jim Carrey that mask, it go up then If'n it go up, then it's stuck then (slatt) Oh, let me be Trust me with the scope, it help me see (help you see) If she ain't fuck bro', then she fuck me (that's a fact) If she ain't fuck me, then she fuck bro's (on my mom) I just woke up, dreamin' 'bout the rose (oh my God) They had niggas 'round me who don't stand on toes (hell nah) Barely ever do I think about my foes How much longer will I live? Only God knows Back against the wall, concrete boys up (yeah) I enter the void, I be goin' up (woo) I shamed myself tryna fuck that bitch Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah Criss-cross my realm, come right out my DMs Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems (whew) Jim Carrey that mask, it go up then (ayy) If'n it go up, then it's stuck then (uh) Real, real, real, real I just fucked up on a bitch from Puerto Rico (mwah) Put that bitch on ice, yeah, play that Mac DeMarco Had that babysitter, she was off a narco And I'm by my dolo like Donnie Darko (mwah) Splurgin' on that kitty cat, I'm such a sicko (yeah) Double-C, my bookbag hold a little pistol Get them birdies out that nest 'fore I call up Mitchell Back against the wall, concrete boys up (yeah) I enter the void, I be goin' up (woo) I shamed myself tryna fuck that bitch Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah Criss-cross my realm, come right out my DMs Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems (whew) Jim Carrey that mask, it go up then (ayy) If it go up, then it's stuck then (up) These bitches for everyone Can't give the game to everyone, no I can't lose myself tryna save them I done took so many L's, I ain't goin' back

If you know like a know then you know that I know that niggas be hating I can't wait 'til the day I call up moms and tell mama, I made it I can't wait 'til the day I call up all of the people that hated I fucked that bitch then I passed her to bro cause I know that you hate it Can't wait 'til I make it Fuck waiting, shit I'm finna take it Why do these niggas be hating, these niggas be hating, these niggas be hating I don't give a fuck about the politics, don't give a fuck about debating Me and my brother be balling like Eli and motherfucking Peyton All of these diamonds on Yachty, these diamonds on me, all these diamonds be skating I watch my brother jump out the front door, he whip that pot with that bacon Aye aye, and my bitch ass fat, I told that bitch never to stop eating bacon How many niggas you know count that shit up like lil boat? How many niggas you know get that shit straight off the boat? Niggas think we ain't balling, shit they better check the score All of my niggas be shooting, they bust that shit straight at your throat And they think that everything funny, I see why all these niggas jokes I sit courtside with my brothers, I sleep in Versace covers I fuck with that bitch with no rubber, don't give a fuck about another I promise I do not love her, fuck her then dump her, I do not cuff her, no If you know like a know then you know that I know that niggas be hating I can't wait 'til the day I call up moms and tell mama, I made it I can't wait 'til the day I call up all of the people that hating I fucked that bitch then I passed her to bro cause I know that you hate it Can't wait 'til I make it Fuck waiting, shit I'm finna take it

ISO, ISO, ISO Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah She get so high, she get stoned She get lit, then she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin' Ayy, ayy Dealin' with this fame (Fame) Dealin' for this love before my name got so big Shootin' in the paint (Swish) Baby girl be sippin' on the drank (Drank, drank) She get high, she get stoney She never leave from my side She never leave a nigga lonely I know shawty that gon' ride I knew she my ride or die Point your hands to the sky 'Cause, baby girl, that's where we goin' She get so high, she get stoned (She get stoned) She get lifted, she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin' I could take away from the pain (Take away) Get you cars and houses up in yo' name (In yo' name) Keep that shit a hunnid, all I'm sayin' (All I'm sayin') You be geekin' out this world, don't you babe? (Don't you babe?) She be turnt out, ex-nigga burnt out With the Lambo, go on 'head and burn out Boy, that's my bitch, what is your concern 'bout? She look straight, man I got lil baby turned out Super Prada, the way that you turned out Diamond in the rough that I picked out (Gang, gang) She get so high, she get stoned (She get stoned) She get lifted, she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin'

I've seen now, well, I've seen failure a few times, more recently than before actually Y'know, it's quite interesting how much more complicated things get when you become Quote on quote, "rich and famous" I said, I said quote on quote because, y'know, one man's rich can be stuff from poverty And it's hard to explain that when you're so narrow minded, seeing the world with two eyes shut And I realize that now some people can't feel what they haven't seen So there's no point in me trying to explain my troubles, huh It's not that I don't think that anyone cares about- I think, like, it's up to me to fix or deal with them, y'know? I kinda look at everything, like, well, no matter what, I mean, it could be worse Y'know, like, okay, say, say, like, I lost a finger, okay, well, I still have nine Or, or even like, when someone broke into my house I felt like, well One certainly needed more than I did, these things are replacable, y'know? It kinda just helps with stress levels to think that way, y'know? Kinda like, uh, it could be worse, oh, well Easier said than done, I'm sure, huh But failure? Oh man, failure, that took time to understand, y'know? Like, failure doesn't mean defeat, more so, like, try again, shit, try even harder Revise your steps and rewrite your future Failure to me isn't, like always a negative thing More so, more so like just a way to relook at things, and you never know how close you are to success

Buddah bless this beat It's us! Strappin' the keeper, mm, uh (hit 'em with the Jab) Keepin' the keys on, uh, yeah Keepin' the keys to the Wock', I'ma pull out (boys) Go, okay, slatt Yeah, 'crete Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out Gimme the keys to the 'crete, I'ma pull out Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out (skrrt, 'crete) Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma, uh, skrrt, uh Go, I'm on the top of that shit, yeah Okay, okay Earl On The Beat (okay, concrete boys) Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out Gotta wear condoms 'cause I do not pull out (yeah) Walk in the spot, 50 deep with the tool out They know that it's us, show out at the cookout (slatt, go) We getting money, don't care 'bout what they on (us) Finger fuck hunnids at home all alone, in a suit with a stick like Capone (beep) Bo for the Jackson, like shamone I took the chrome to chrome (shamone) I took this bitch, I boned (beezy) I made her leave her phone, yes (yeah, oh) Who said we ain't made records? (Go) Rich-ass still eating Checkers Still pull up, double decker (boys) Still control the whole Mecca Still that nigga, still (still) I still fuck her, I will (will) Might put this bitch in my will (will) (Man, you're gon' do what? This nigga trippin', I'm from, nigga) (It's us!) Chill Fuckin' this bitch in the hills, I ain't even lick her, she wet as a eel Ew, nigga, I'm just talkin' (oh my God) Get on these beats and I'm not even rappin', I'm literally flossin' and walkin' (walk) Get on these beats that I'm literally walkin', on God, I really be flossin' (walk) Bitch in the sheets, hit that bitch from the back, put the pussy inside of a coffin