Lil Yachty – CORTEX Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Polishin’ a goddamn sword, you know what I’m sayin’?
Polishin’ a sword (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Concrete Family, Concrete Industries, Concrete Boys up, always, never down
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Always

[Verse 1]
Niggas is not really killers
I seen ’em shoot up, they treat beef like heroin (Uh, uh)
Everyone wanna be kings
But niggas too soft, see, me, I got pharaoh skin
We took the drive, needed Wock’ for the low
Had to do us a call in Carrollton (Damn)
My niggas quick to reassemble your wig
I nicknamed him Tae ’cause he arrogant (Brrt)
Nut in your bitch, make her carry my kids
Treat that lil’ bitch like a surrogate (Uh)
Bought a new crib ’cause I needed more space
I call my new shit a terabyte (Uh)
Only if niggas could see what I saw
Take a walk in my shoes, they’ll feel me (God)
Dawg, if the government knew what I knew publicly
Honestly, they’d kill me (Uh)

[Chorus]
Nigga, niggas is, pussy, uh (Brr)
We gettin’, p-paper, I’m in a, Maybach
Fuckin’ your, b-bitch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm
Bettin’ a million, hm, niggas can’t fuck with the boys (Us)
Pullin’ up, new Rolls Royce
Bitch on moist, feelin’ my void
Pocket full of blue like boys
Niggas too noisy, they can’t hang around (Brr)
Keep shit simple like Jjjound
Need my crown pearl like oysters (Us)
White gold shiny like quarters
Ten thousand shoes, feelin’ like hoarders, hm

[Verse 2]
Ain’t nobody gon’ check me, hm
Two hunnid thousand, I spend on a neck piece
Fuck my opps, I’m deadly (Opps)
When I die, hope they put on my tombstone
“All I wanted was respect” (Yeah)
Concrete Boy Boat, I ain’t no hoe, and that’s on my set (Us)
Went from Buddy Pass to the first class
Then we hit them jets (Uh)
Took that F&N with them big bullets, put down T-Rex (Brrt)
This ain’t book club, this ain’t study session
Can I have some sex? (Uh)
I ain’t never pressed, ever, no, baby, there is too many hoes (Yeah)
I ain’t never content with my life, I got too many goals (Yuh)
I ain’t ever naked in no club, we got too many poles uh, hm
They don’t wanna cop no za, we got too many lows (Mh)
Out in LA with my little brother, we coppin’ too many bowls

[Chorus]
Nigga, niggas is, pussy, uh (Brr)
We gettin’, p-paper, I’m in a, Maybach
Fuckin’ your, b-bitch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm
Bettin’ a million (Slatt), hm, niggas can’t fuck with the boys (Us)
Pullin’ up, new Rolls Royce
Bitch on moist, feelin’ my void
Pocket full of blue like boys
Niggas too noisy, they can’t hang around (Damn)
Keep shit simple like Jjjound
Need my crown pearl like oysters (Free)
White gold shiny like quarters
Ten thousand shoes, feelin’ like hoarders (Us, pussy)

[Outro]
Us, bitch
Went crazy
Damn