Mm
Mm-hmm
I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member (it's raw when you need cash only)
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'
Bitch it's big taker, I beg your pardon
Niggas softer than my loafers, when they be all Marni
They forgot I used to be crooked, I keep this shit so proper
I forgot I hit this bitch, he made this shit so awkward
I just got off tour, I forget the names when I be sober
Is it Britney, Lisa, Tanequa, or Fiona?
The way I spread this cash out, you can tell that I'm the owner
Got 'em for a good price, I'm quick to push up on 'em
I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'
You steady talkin' (mm)
Never white chalkin' (mm)
We been bread hoggin' (mm)
Bullets make him dance like he at the Sadie Hawkins (mm)
Dog kick in his door, can't see his face Martin the Martian (okay)
Keep them feds up off 'em (mm)
Oh you're on your cycle? Let me get the head up off then (mm)
You heard what I said about you (mm), its boostin' your ego probably (mm)
6:26 in the mornin', rollin' on Molly, grindin' my teeth (yeah)
You was the one for the likes, you got demoted, just like Kareem (few)
I'm dickin' down my fiends, bitches need it proper (yeah)
Mouth 24 carat gold like silk shocker (mm)
Tell a brodie, "Stay up out the streets and be a doctor" (mm)
I bought my bag these white folks lookin' at me like I had vitiligo (mm)
I just took to G6, I'm spinnin' just like Serrato (yeah)
Cup full of red, don't let my bitch drink Reposado
Us
I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'
Playa Walkin Video (MV)
Performed By: Concrete Boys
From Album: It's Us, Vol. 1
Length: 2:31
Written by: Andrew Rincon, Dillion Caster, Gabriel Salinas, Miles McCollum
Year: 2024
Concrete Boys - Playa Walkin Lyrics
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Mm
Mm-hmm
I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member (it's raw when you need cash only)
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'
Bitch it's big taker, I beg your pardon
Niggas softer than my loafers, when they be all Marni
They forgot I used to be crooked, I keep this shit so proper
I forgot I hit this bitch, he made this shit so awkward
I just got off tour, I forget the names when I be sober
Is it Britney, Lisa, Tanequa, or Fiona?
The way I spread this cash out, you can tell that I'm the owner
Got 'em for a good price, I'm quick to push up on 'em
I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'
You steady talkin' (mm)
Never white chalkin' (mm)
We been bread hoggin' (mm)
Bullets make him dance like he at the Sadie Hawkins (mm)
Dog kick in his door, can't see his face Martin the Martian (okay)
Keep them feds up off 'em (mm)
Oh you're on your cycle? Let me get the head up off then (mm)
You heard what I said about you (mm), its boostin' your ego probably (mm)
6:26 in the mornin', rollin' on Molly, grindin' my teeth (yeah)
You was the one for the likes, you got demoted, just like Kareem (few)
I'm dickin' down my fiends, bitches need it proper (yeah)
Mouth 24 carat gold like silk shocker (mm)
Tell a brodie, "Stay up out the streets and be a doctor" (mm)
I bought my bag these white folks lookin' at me like I had vitiligo (mm)
I just took to G6, I'm spinnin' just like Serrato (yeah)
Cup full of red, don't let my bitch drink Reposado
Us
I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'
Mm-hmm
I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member (it's raw when you need cash only)
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'
Bitch it's big taker, I beg your pardon
Niggas softer than my loafers, when they be all Marni
They forgot I used to be crooked, I keep this shit so proper
I forgot I hit this bitch, he made this shit so awkward
I just got off tour, I forget the names when I be sober
Is it Britney, Lisa, Tanequa, or Fiona?
The way I spread this cash out, you can tell that I'm the owner
Got 'em for a good price, I'm quick to push up on 'em
I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'
You steady talkin' (mm)
Never white chalkin' (mm)
We been bread hoggin' (mm)
Bullets make him dance like he at the Sadie Hawkins (mm)
Dog kick in his door, can't see his face Martin the Martian (okay)
Keep them feds up off 'em (mm)
Oh you're on your cycle? Let me get the head up off then (mm)
You heard what I said about you (mm), its boostin' your ego probably (mm)
6:26 in the mornin', rollin' on Molly, grindin' my teeth (yeah)
You was the one for the likes, you got demoted, just like Kareem (few)
I'm dickin' down my fiends, bitches need it proper (yeah)
Mouth 24 carat gold like silk shocker (mm)
Tell a brodie, "Stay up out the streets and be a doctor" (mm)
I bought my bag these white folks lookin' at me like I had vitiligo (mm)
I just took to G6, I'm spinnin' just like Serrato (yeah)
Cup full of red, don't let my bitch drink Reposado
Us
I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga
But creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger
You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga
'Crete Gang, what I claim, I'm a main member
Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
F*ck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'
Writer: Andrew Rincon, Dillion Caster, Gabriel Salinas, Miles McCollum
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
