Boat - Koncept, Mike Two

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)