Concrete Boys - 3 SYRUPS Lyrics

Picture fall for me ([Good drip?])
Where you been, baby? (Where you?)
Got that dawg in me (Got it)
Fuck it, [?], baby (Fuck ’em)
Gotta please me (Yeah), never leave me (Never)
Baby, easy, rockin’ CC (CC)
Rockin’ [?], uh, I went off the rail (Rail)
I just bought the pill (Pill)
Outside, all in the field (Field, field)
Outside, all out the block (Block)
MDMA in my sock (Sock)
Let the bitch eat this—

Huh, these is Louis Timbs, they look like one of them ain’t ate, dawg
The valet happy to drive my car, you better not scratch my paint (Phew)
‘Crete tag bondin’, the way we doin’ these niggas, he look like a saint (Hrr)
We threw a hundred thousand in [?], she as wet as the sink (Okay)

‘Crete is breakin’ the bank (Phew)
‘Crete is breakin’ the— (Huh, phew)
Poppin’ this shit till it stink (Phew)
Top floor, I’m in [frame?] (Phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (Phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (Phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (Phew)
Three syrups [and both—?] (Uh, frrp, pussy)

More [yes?], less friends
More ice, more grins
More hoes, more sins
Fee-fi-fo, Glock, baby, [?], go on a high, on a low
If it’s right, let me down
If it’s smoke, let me know
No follow-backs, no reposts
I’m feelin’ like I’ve just seen a ghost, ooh
Geeked up, parkin’ at the post, huh
Too rich, I gotta boast, huh
Bad ass hoes at my home, huh
[? Chrome and comb?], this shit hit on your dome
[?] that, leave me alone
Run that, baby, we on (Phew)

‘Crete is breakin’ the bank (Phew)
‘Crete is breakin’ the— (‘Crete, huh, phew)
Poppin’ this shit till it stink (Phew)
Top floor, I’m in [frame?] (‘Crete, phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (Phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (‘Crete, phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (Phew)
Three syrups [and both—?] (‘Crete, frrp, uh, uh, uh, uh, pussy)

[Verse 4: Honest & Camo!]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Is he a scammer or a rapper?
Is he a hooper or a trapper?
Uh, boy, you’re a bitch, you’re a capper
Chain pissin’ like I got a weak bladder
Concrete Mudman (Mudman), my hoes come in twelve, like a dozen (Hoo)
I’m fuckin’ this bitch like a husband (Hoo)
Five rings on me, Tim Duncan (Hoo)
Lil Flage just cooked too many (Mud)
Lil Boat, he’s cooked too many (Mud)
I’m cool, nigga, hand me the bubbly (Bubbly)
I’m cool, nigga, hand me the funny (Frr)
I’m cool, nigga, hand me the Drac’ (Frr)
Stars in the ceilin’, pull up in the Wraith (Stars)
Fuck it, I go Lamborghini (Fuck it)
And I’m flushin’ this bitch down Peach Street (Frr, uh)
You niggas is sweeter than peach rings (Beep, beep)
Go BBC, I’ma feed ice cream
Ice cream (Beep, beep), ice cream, ice cream (Beep, beep), ice cream, ice cream (Beep, beep)
Ice cream, ice cream (Beep, beep), ice cream, ice cream (Beep, beep), ice cream (Okay, phew)

‘Crete is breakin’ the bank (Phew)
‘Crete is breakin’ the— (‘Crete, huh, phew)
Poppin’ this shit till it stink (Phew)
Top floor, I’m in [frame?] (‘Crete, phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (Phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (‘Crete, phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (Phew)
Three syrups [and both—?] (‘Crete, frrp, hoah, pussy)

I’m ridin’ around in the tank (Hey)
All the members ’bout to [?] drank (Hey)
Five-star coupe, breakin’ the bank (Yuh)
It’s me, everything I do, big (Phew)
My cars same color as Tris
My bitch bad, she poppin’ her shit

That bitch thick, so legit
Make her sit, make her pit
No mitt, I can’t miss
It’s a goal, no assist
Backhand a nigga with an open fist
Brown darkskin bitch like [?]
Pink slip fuck up the mileage, huh
Wrist on water, Poseidon, uh
She say my life so excitin’, huh
Fuck up the bank with no guidance, huh (Huh, phew, yuh, okay)

Okay, ‘Crete is breakin’ the bank (Phew, Us)
‘Crete is breakin’ the— (‘Crete, huh, phew)
Poppin’ this shit till it stink (Phew)
Top floor, I’m in [frame?] (‘Crete, phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (Phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (‘Crete, phew)
Three syrups [and both drank?] (Phew)
Three syrups [and both—?] (‘Crete, frrp, pussy)