It’s Us lyrics

[Intro: Babyfxce E]
(Enrgy made this one)
Yeah, ayy (What up, Enrgy?)
It's like I'm proud of what I did, but I don't think I did enough (Yop, yop)
Just started my career, n*gga, wait 'til I get done (It's with an X, n*gga)
I was— hold on, b*tch (Alright, alright)
Bring it back (Come on)
Yeah

[Chorus: Babyfxce E]
It's like I'm proud of what I did, but I don't think I did enough (I didn't)
Just started my career, n*gga, wait 'til I get done (No hat)
I was buyin' 'bows just so I could make some money, n*gga (Uh-huh)
Then I made some money, now I do it just because (f*ck it)
You won't see the stick 'cause we keep them b*tches tucked (Tucked)
Come f*ck with my side, bae, we turnin' b*tches up (Come on)
Go say a couple lines, then go put somethin' in my cup
When thеy see tire marks on the concretе, boy, they think it's us

[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
In the strike, I'm tryna strike a lil' b*tch, I feel like Yachty (Yop)
You wouldn't look like money if you taped it on your body (b*tch)
You want me to take you serious, you better make a f*ckin' deposit
n*gga, y'all can't slide for sh*t, I'm finna take y'all ass to hockey
I don't know her name, I just call her ass bae (Bae)
She don't know me neither, she just call my ass Fxce (Gang)
b*tches in the city, I got b*tches out of state (Yop)
I got b*tches with some inches, I got b*tches with a lace
I got a b*tch that live in Florida, it's hot as f*ck, but she cold as hell
Before you lock me up, let me sip the cup before I go to jail
You want fifty thousand for a what? You can go to hell
Took a loan out of my own money, now I owe myself
[Chorus: Babyfxce E]
You won't see the stick 'cause we keep them b*tches tucked (Man, tucked)
Come f*ck with my side, bae, we turnin' b*tches up (Come on)
Go say a couple lines, then go put somethin' in my cup
When they see tire marks on the concrete, boy, they think it's us (Us)

[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Why the f*ck they always on my di*k? n*ggas sus (What?)
How the f*ck my brodie got the stick in the club? (How?)
Talkin' money, I'ma get it quick, run it up (Yeah)
You tryna book me, I'll rob that b*tch for a dub (On gang)
n*gga flyer than a bird, but you can't play me like a duck
Why you bought that b*tch a purse, n*gga? You ain't even f*ck (Damn)
Ridin' with that— (Shh), know we gotta keep it tucked (Yeah)
Man, this sh*t come from the grind, n*gga, none of this ain't luck (On God)
Can't believe a n*gga signed, now I'm up a million-plus (Huh?)
Boy, your chain don't even shine, that sh*t kinda lookin' rust (Damn)
Money on my mind, gettin' chicken, that's a must (Yeah)
She keep blowin' up my line, I only hit your b*tch once (What?)
I don't got no feelings 'cause I rolled 'em in a blunt
Gas in my 'Wood, this sh*t smellin' like a skunk (Ugh)
The plug on the way, fifty P's in the trunk (On God)
Can barely breathe, got exotic weed in my lungs (Yeah)
I got ten in my right pocket, ten in my left (Yeah)
He wasn't talkin' money to me, so I acted like I'm deaf (Damn)
Ain't nobody give it to me, went and got it by myself (Yeah)
All these n*ggas hatin' on me, I just tell 'em go to hell (Go to hell)
I just want the head, told the b*tch to use her noggin (Ugh)
You don't got no bread, n*gga, you be window shoppin' (Damn)
The fans love the music, they like, "Tyler, when you droppin'?" (On God)
I hope he don't gotta use it, but my brodie keep the rocket (Rrah)
[Chorus: Babyfxce E]
You won't see the stick 'cause we keep them b*tches tucked (Tucked)
Come f*ck with my side, bae, we turnin' b*tches up (Come on)
Go say a couple lines, then go put somethin' in my cup
When they see tire marks on the concrete, boy, they think it's us