WE’RE BACK Lyrics – Concrete Boys, Lil Yachty

Read the full WE’RE BACK lyrics by Concrete Boys, Camo! (USA), Honest, Draft Day and Lil Yachty along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Concrete Boys’s music, you can also explore Kane and Take, another song by Concrete Boys.

[Intro: Camo!]
(It’s raw when you need cash only)
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, go

[Verse 1: Camo!]
Working all night ’til the rise of the sun
How could you say I’m not one of them ones?
Hugging the block with lean and guns
How could I hate on you? Life too fun
Black and white b!tch, think I’m fu*king a nun
I seen your line up, them b!tches ain’t nun’
If it’s a problem I’m never gon’ run
When God made you n!ggas, they stopped making guns
Turning the beat up, unlimited funds
Fu*k my abs, I got numbers to crunch
Real s*it, all of my dawgs on big screens
This s*it look like the Brady Bunch (Okay)
You n!ggas move like money
Never did matter, that’s a disaster (Go)
You hit my b!tch? Okay, that’s cool
‘Cause she never mattered, that ain’t my only (What else?)
He ain’t my son, I don’t claim y’all boys
Y’all fu*k n!ggas ba*tards, tryna be on me
I was tryna be the nice guy but y’all pushed me off the edge, Destroy Lonely

[Verse 2: Honest]
Huh, check out my chain, it’s a light show (Ooh)
And my diamonds, they colder than Cairo (Ooh)
And she eating my meat like a gyro (Ooh)
And I’m raking that s*it just like Geico (Ooh)
And she bad, bad, bad like Michael (Ooh)
I’m fu*king that b!tch on her cycle (Ooh)
Let me take that s*it back like a typo (Ooh)
Let me take that s*it back like a—
And I’m calling out shots like a bartender (Ooh)
N!ggas stopping and standing like a car hit me (Ooh)

N!ggas stopping and standing, who is this n!gga? (Ooh)
N!ggas stopping and standing, who is— (Ooh)
It’s a 6’6″ n!gga with a sick flow (Ooh)
Who be stepping on s*it like he Big Show (Ooh)
Put it all on your face like a dimple (Ooh)
Shoutout Draft and Camo! they my kinfolk (Ooh)

[Verse 3: Draft Day]
I promise you, this s*it ain’t nothing
S.O.S. at the push of a button
Call up a play, then them boys get to rushing (Hey)
First round, I’m with Flage and Honest
Real rich s*it, I’m just being modest
Gold four hunnid grills, we the hottest
You a semi-pro stuck in the tropics
I’m in H-Town, gotta tuck me a rocket
Poured up some drank, (??) diamonds
She ready to fu*k, yeah, you know to come find me
My wrist in the air, she said, “Baby, don’t blind ’em”
Mortal Kombat, she wanna eat a katana
Twin in the city, still serve mar!juana
They don’t speak English, they out in Tijuana
Ride with a drum, they gon’ rock out Nirvana
Better stay solid, it’s death before dishonor
Do we got a problem? Gang be ready to buck
Cup in the air, I ain’t never gave a fu*k
Get it for the low, then we boost the price up
I be ready to go, then I boot right up
Everybody with it, ain’t kicking no cup
Dawg s*it on us but I’m far from a pup
She seen a star, so I guess I’m good luck
Came in bouncing in a double M truck (Us)

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
In the air, it’s a bird, a plane, it’s a God
Nah, baby, chill, this me
I’m one the hottest rap n!ggas
Fathers failed knowing they son ride deep
Baby, I was raised in the S-I-X, six
Ride around, new T-Rex, yeah
Six new seals on jets, yeah
Pop me one, I’m blessed, yeah
Feel like I remade rap (I did)
This that brand-new crack (Hoo)
This that lay your outfit over the bed, first day back (Hoo)
Gimme that head, baby girl, gimme that mouth, don’t talk back (Hey)
Really the flyest, walking around in my closet, need Google Maps (Oh, whoa, yeah)
White b!tch thick like Iggy, uh
Shooter got dressed like Ziggy, uh
Coogi on me like Biggie, uh
Fu*k whoever don’t feel me, uh (Uh-uh)
Slurred, I don’t get tipsy, uh (Grr)
I’m fu*king me a lil’ gypsy, uh (Hoo)
Cup in my hand, I’m like Pimp C, uh
The flyest label in the world (Hoo)
Number one clique, all of us combined fu*ked everyone b!tch
All of us combined got .30 on hip
Hop out that (??), Lux air that b!tch, air that b!tch, yeah
Frrp, frrp, frrp, frrp, frrp (Yeah, yeah)
Us, pu*sy (We’re back)
Concrete