In the party with the pill sniffers, yeah
I'm in the back with the hard hat members, yeah
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers, yeah
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch that say she don't like n- (go)
Pointers on (yeah)
Point me to the-, uh
Point me to the bag (yeah) (psst)
Point me to the bag
P-P-Point me to the bag (ah)
P-P-Point me to the-, uh
P-P-Point me to the bag (yeah)
Point me to the bag (pussy)
I'm with the same gang, geekin' on propane
You already know the name, okay (with the 'Crete) (exactly)
Yeah (move), yeah (move), yeah (step), yeah (move)
Yeah (move), yeah (It's Us)
Yeah, I'm in the party with pill sniffers (psst)
I'm in the back with the hard hat members (psst)
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers (psst)
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch that say she don't like- (shh) (go)
It's Us
Uh
Yeah
All eyes on us, I f*ck up a sack, we beat up the trust (yeah)
All eyes on us, like I'm Makaveli, got hoes on the bus (yeah)
Think you can f*ck with the 'Crete?
You back on that dust, you back on that dust (mm-hmm)
I wanna f*ck in her thoughts
I'm not gonna rush, I'm back on that Tuss' (mwah)
F*ckin' this bitch and her friend
Together, I gave them hoes ten-thousand bucks (mommy)
Ah, shucks (oh), you rarely catch me in the tucks (okay)
You can see into my hood like we had a safe place for the Klux (yessir)
Who they talkin' 'bout? I'm too good, this shit not luck (talkin' 'bout)
F*ck what they talk about, I'm walkin' out, ain't got my bucks
F*ck what he talkin' 'bout, he slappin' his hand, that's not my mans
Bitch didn't know my shirt was two-thousand bucks, it ain't have no brand
I told her slide to the crib, whole time I was plottin' on her friend
They look at me like a shark in the water, I'm movin' around with that fan
Flippin' a check on his bag, I f*cked up the rims, the way that I bend (skrrt)
Bend that lil' bitch in the Benz, they like, "Camo, where you been?"
Okay, I've been gettin' rich, yeah
I'm in they ass like a switch, yeah
Breakin' the bank, I cut deep in that bitch, need a stitch, yeah
Red light on him, red dot on him, how could I miss, yeah
I never see my opps in the bank, they ain't on shit, yeah
It's Us
It's The Concrete Boys
It's The Family
Concrete Boys - Point Me To It Lyrics
Concrete Boys - Point Me To It Lyrics
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In the party with the pill sniffers, yeah
I'm in the back with the hard hat members, yeah
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers, yeah
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch that say she don't like n- (go)
Pointers on (yeah)
Point me to the-, uh
Point me to the bag (yeah) (psst)
Point me to the bag
P-P-Point me to the bag (ah)
P-P-Point me to the-, uh
P-P-Point me to the bag (yeah)
Point me to the bag (pussy)
I'm with the same gang, geekin' on propane
You already know the name, okay (with the 'Crete) (exactly)
Yeah (move), yeah (move), yeah (step), yeah (move)
Yeah (move), yeah (It's Us)
Yeah, I'm in the party with pill sniffers (psst)
I'm in the back with the hard hat members (psst)
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers (psst)
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch that say she don't like- (shh) (go)
It's Us
Uh
Yeah
All eyes on us, I f*ck up a sack, we beat up the trust (yeah)
All eyes on us, like I'm Makaveli, got hoes on the bus (yeah)
Think you can f*ck with the 'Crete?
You back on that dust, you back on that dust (mm-hmm)
I wanna f*ck in her thoughts
I'm not gonna rush, I'm back on that Tuss' (mwah)
F*ckin' this bitch and her friend
Together, I gave them hoes ten-thousand bucks (mommy)
Ah, shucks (oh), you rarely catch me in the tucks (okay)
You can see into my hood like we had a safe place for the Klux (yessir)
Who they talkin' 'bout? I'm too good, this shit not luck (talkin' 'bout)
F*ck what they talk about, I'm walkin' out, ain't got my bucks
F*ck what he talkin' 'bout, he slappin' his hand, that's not my mans
Bitch didn't know my shirt was two-thousand bucks, it ain't have no brand
I told her slide to the crib, whole time I was plottin' on her friend
They look at me like a shark in the water, I'm movin' around with that fan
Flippin' a check on his bag, I f*cked up the rims, the way that I bend (skrrt)
Bend that lil' bitch in the Benz, they like, "Camo, where you been?"
Okay, I've been gettin' rich, yeah
I'm in they ass like a switch, yeah
Breakin' the bank, I cut deep in that bitch, need a stitch, yeah
Red light on him, red dot on him, how could I miss, yeah
I never see my opps in the bank, they ain't on shit, yeah
It's Us
It's The Concrete Boys
It's The Family
I'm in the back with the hard hat members, yeah
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers, yeah
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch that say she don't like n- (go)
Pointers on (yeah)
Point me to the-, uh
Point me to the bag (yeah) (psst)
Point me to the bag
P-P-Point me to the bag (ah)
P-P-Point me to the-, uh
P-P-Point me to the bag (yeah)
Point me to the bag (pussy)
I'm with the same gang, geekin' on propane
You already know the name, okay (with the 'Crete) (exactly)
Yeah (move), yeah (move), yeah (step), yeah (move)
Yeah (move), yeah (It's Us)
Yeah, I'm in the party with pill sniffers (psst)
I'm in the back with the hard hat members (psst)
I'm in the back with the Maybach whippers (psst)
I'm gettin' top in the bathroom from the same bitch that say she don't like- (shh) (go)
It's Us
Uh
Yeah
All eyes on us, I f*ck up a sack, we beat up the trust (yeah)
All eyes on us, like I'm Makaveli, got hoes on the bus (yeah)
Think you can f*ck with the 'Crete?
You back on that dust, you back on that dust (mm-hmm)
I wanna f*ck in her thoughts
I'm not gonna rush, I'm back on that Tuss' (mwah)
F*ckin' this bitch and her friend
Together, I gave them hoes ten-thousand bucks (mommy)
Ah, shucks (oh), you rarely catch me in the tucks (okay)
You can see into my hood like we had a safe place for the Klux (yessir)
Who they talkin' 'bout? I'm too good, this shit not luck (talkin' 'bout)
F*ck what they talk about, I'm walkin' out, ain't got my bucks
F*ck what he talkin' 'bout, he slappin' his hand, that's not my mans
Bitch didn't know my shirt was two-thousand bucks, it ain't have no brand
I told her slide to the crib, whole time I was plottin' on her friend
They look at me like a shark in the water, I'm movin' around with that fan
Flippin' a check on his bag, I f*cked up the rims, the way that I bend (skrrt)
Bend that lil' bitch in the Benz, they like, "Camo, where you been?"
Okay, I've been gettin' rich, yeah
I'm in they ass like a switch, yeah
Breakin' the bank, I cut deep in that bitch, need a stitch, yeah
Red light on him, red dot on him, how could I miss, yeah
I never see my opps in the bank, they ain't on shit, yeah
It's Us
It's The Concrete Boys
It's The Family
Writer: Brandon Mitchell, Cameron Butts, Miles McCollum, Spencer Jewesson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Concrete Boys
From Album: It's Us, Vol. 1
Length: 3:14
Written by: Brandon Mitchell, Cameron Butts, Miles McCollum, Spencer Jewesson
Year: 2024