Lyrics Boat - Koncept, Mike Two

Boat

Mike Two
Got poppin' on the low (on the low)
Look at this Haters they’re makin' it famous
Nigga woah (Whoah)
Can’t even front no, you gots to go play this
It’s all of our own
Holler these hits nigga I should be ballin'
Nigga woah (Whoah)
Said I got necks, niggas know that I’m talkin'
Got net gain, more like I’m Harvey at the Met game
Here’s a word of why you should be afraid
Took a couple years but I know the game
Call me, young Beckham with my new shit
Spearin' that, turning that a cool, shit
Swear that I’m a runner ain’t no fuckin' joke
Doing what I want and never find me in the bottom of the boat
Ah!
Koncept
Never be falling, I’m made to be famous
You don’t know Brooklyn if never had Nathan’s
You keep on fucking up shit we created
Check what the date is
This time next year got your mother, your girl, and your sister sedated, dated
Koncept
This is my life, it is me who gone and made it
And I just went and bought a boat
Now hard to hold up my wrist with these golden bracelets
And I remember being fucking broke
Momma scrubbed toilets for some food stamps
Now we both laughing doing two-steps
Now I got my ex calling my phone
Asking me for things that a dude can’t
Out here sitting on my boat deck
Acting like my service just dropped bitch, no chance
Talking shit, how’d you even get on my new line?
All up on Instagram checking out my new chick
All about my upgrade
You still moving downstream
Did I remind you that I bought a boat
Never be falling I’m made to be famous
I am from Queens but I lived out in Bay Ridge
You keep on fucking up shit we created
Check what the date is
This time next year got the world in my palm
And I visit my favorite places
My Aces be living with me
Thinking 'bout all of the places
We been just today and
Been thinking about staying
But you keep on waiting
For my new shit
I’m just chilling on my fucking boat
Koncept
Never be falling I’m made to be famous
You don’t know Brooklyn if never had Nathan’s
You keep on fucking up shit we created
Check what to date is
This time next year got yo mother, yo girl, and yo sister sedated
You hating (you hating)
Mike Two
All of this grindin', I’m killin' it, what would I play you?
If you don’t know me by now you should now that I take you
On a trip, my nigga
We get poppin' on the realler
And if you don’t know I swear I won’t let you down
Know that I won’t, woah (woah)