It's ya boy yo Chea, Gucci Mane the My Ralph in here Zaytoven on the beat And its' a nigga holiday My DJ Holiday
Bricks, all bricks Off bricks, light tan bricks Just hit a lick, for fifty more Ballin' like a bitch, with all bricks
Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a whole Wanna bad bitch? have bricks Yeah, that sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take
So icy CEO, I'm a with the snow They think I'm puttin' VVS in the coke My watch a cool hundred, a cold twenty And after flip I'm quittin' the trap cold turkey, sike
The in and I'm workin' Drought in, charged ya ass a whole thirty But right now you can get it for a low The fish scale white, same my hummer
Zone six polar bears never see winter all year cuz the birds fly under Ninety Air Max 'cause 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 fifty bricks Ballin' like a bitch, with all these
Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a whole Wanna bad bitch? have bricks Yeah, make sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take
I'm like a waitress in the trap I got to serve That's bars, same price for a bird What you need, a bird or a pounds? I'm on Ave, you know my side of town
So many bricks, I can my own apartment Ya better a check, when ya in my department Yes I break em' down and I sell em' Try me watch ya crew fall like some dominoes
I got a house and a trap car 100,00 off a cap, that's a trap All smoke got me feelin' real nauseous Ridin' with them bricks got me feelin' real
Bricks, all white Off white bricks, light tan Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks Ballin' like a bitch, with all bricks
Bricks, thirty six zips, a whole chick Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have Yeah, that sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take
Montana, all I have in this world Is my hundred round chopper and my white Oil base bricks, shit hard to Call the back, tell him he got took
Know what that mean? The free mean none for him, and more for me I took somethin', I'm gutta 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 Slim Shady, we call it Mile I'm from Memphis, Watkins and Brown Gotti Street, and nigga that's my house
Bricks, all white Off white bricks, light tan Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks Ballin' a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick Wanna bad Gotta have bricks Yeah, make sense, yeah, I make hits But I take bricks