Can’t Be Concrete versuri

Versuri Jorjiana – Can’t Be Concrete lyrics

[Intro: Jorjiana & Lil Yachty]
‘Crete, it’s us
I’m not the two
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the mix, uh
Oof, ooh
Uh, uh-huh
Pfft, uh-huh
Bah (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
Uh, uh-huh

[Verse]
I don’t want to be shit like you bitches
Step in the field, step the fuck out my mentions
Swear to God, I ain’t never like broke-ass, old-ass, lame-ass, bird-brain, miserable bitches
Hoped in the bitch, but my pockets is sixty
You old’ than a bitch in the face, look fifty
Get your paper up, heard you owe half a milli’
Probably spent your advance on my new Rick Ricks
Fly you out twice a week, heard you can’t pay a ticket
Want to hate on a bitch ‘cause you can’t get nеar me
Swear to God, I ain’t nevеr like broke-ass, old-ass, lame-ass, bird-brain, miserable bitches
Can’t name one KBOO song, you suck
Can’t name one time I looked you up
Can’t name one time I turned you on
You Perc’d out, your ass is laced
Bitches mad I took they place, bitches can’t let a bitch be great
I punch in on all my songs, you need a writer, take your bitch ass home
Go get a job, your shit ain’t streaming
Look like Skilla Baby, kinda The Weeknd
Swear to God, I ain’t never like broke-ass, old-ass, lame-ass, bird-brain, miserable bitches
Uh, uh-huh
‘Bout that bag, I’ll send shit home
Gen on me with a 30 shot bone
Long ass body, you look like a cone
Pick off a bitch, I ain’t nothing like her
I’m from the trench, I don’t care what you heard
You can talk all you want but you can’t be richer
Pussy get fucked, hoe you get that picture?
Pussy split boo, hoe you get that message?
I talk in real life, hell no I don’t send it
Turn my tape in so my new check pending
Turnt in real life, I don’t got to finesse it
Your Maybach gone, see you Uber Lyfting
My car real fast, I’m on the freeway driftin’
Can’t hang with a scary-ass bitch, be snitchin’
Can’t out-lame the bitch, swear to god she different
Swear to God, I ain’t never like broke-ass, old-ass, lame-ass, bird-brain, miserable bitches, uh
(Swear to God, I ain’t never like broke-ass, old-ass, lame-ass, bird-brain, miserable bitches, uh)
I don’t too much talk to a pillow, I’d rather dog walk these bitches
Hoes swear to god they hate me
In my follows, they some stalk me bitches
Fuck out my face, press the issue, pussy
Put your money where your mouth is, shut the fuck up
Been said I hated you, bitches won’t dap up
‘Fore I start treating you hoes like Precious, uh-huh
I can put a lil’ bread on your taco, don’t tempt me
Play the middle man, get turned into a victim
Ring round, ring round, dizzy hoes dizzy
You been fell off trying to use my attention
And she’s still going to stream my shit
Bop-ass bitch do nothing but dick
Fuck your life and fuck your clique, bitch, brrr
Oof, ooh

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
‘Crete, it’s us
I’m not the two
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the—
Which one you workin’?
All the pump fakin’ ain’t doin’ no good, could tell that you’re real life hurtin’
Mmm, he said this pussy is OX Bar
Bet he gon’ sing in the cop car
Gun in my boot, I’m an outlaw
Mwah