It's ya boy yo Chea, Gucci the flare My nigga Ralph in Zaytoven on the nigga And its' a street holiday My DJ Holiday
Bricks, all white Off white bricks, tan bricks Just hit a lick, for fifty more like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick bad bitch? Gotta have bricks Yeah, make sense, yeah, I make hits But I take bricks
So icy CEO, I'm a fool with the They think I'm VVS jewels in the coke My a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold twenty And after this flip I'm quittin' the trap cold turkey,
The pack in and I'm season in, charged ya ass a whole thirty But right now you can get it for a low The scale white, same color my hummer
six polar bears never see summer It's winter all cuz the birds fly under Ninety five Air Max I'm a dope runna' I'm ballin' an athlete but got no jumper It's
Bricks, all white Off bricks, light tan bricks Just hit a lick, for more bricks Ballin' a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty six zips, a whole chick Wanna bad bitch? Gotta bricks Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I hits But I take bricks
I'm like a waitress in the I got somethin' to serve That's bars, same price for a bird What you need, a or a couple pounds? I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my of town
So many bricks, I can build my own Ya better a check, when ya in my department Yes I break em' down and I sell em' Try me ya whole crew fall like some dominoes
I got a trap house and a car 100,00 off a cap, that's a trap All this smoke got me feelin' nauseous Ridin' with them got me feelin' real cautious
Bricks, all bricks Off bricks, light tan bricks Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks Ballin' like a bitch, with all bricks
Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick Wanna bad bitch? have bricks Yeah, that sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take
Tony Montana, all I in this world Is my hundred chopper and my white girl Oil base bricks, shit to cook Call the back, tell him he got took
what that mean? The shit free That none for him, and more for me I took somethin', I'm bitch Don't me dog, this that North Memphis shit
Old school, new Couple choppas just in They wanna go to war Aka my friend Twenty eight rims call 'em grown men
Dope stepped on, it step child I got that Shady, we call it Eight Mile I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Gotti Street, and nigga my brick house
Bricks, all white Off white bricks, tan bricks hit a lick, for fifty more bricks Ballin' like a bitch, with all these
Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a chick Wanna bad bitch? have bricks Yeah, that sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take