It's ya boy yo Chea, Gucci the flare My Ralph in here Zaytoven on the nigga And a street nigga holiday My Nigga DJ
Bricks, all bricks Off bricks, light tan bricks hit a lick, for fifty more bricks Ballin' like a bitch, with all these
Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a chick bad bitch? Gotta have bricks Yeah, make sense, yeah, I make hits But I still bricks
So icy CEO, I'm a fool with the They think I'm puttin' VVS jewels in the My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold And after this flip I'm quittin' the cold turkey, sike
The pack in and I'm Drought season in, ya ass a whole thirty But right now you can get it for a low The fish scale white, same color my
Zone six bears never see summer It's winter all cuz the birds fly under Ninety Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runna' I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper
Bricks, all bricks Off white bricks, light tan Just hit a lick, for fifty more Ballin' a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty six zips, a whole chick Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I hits But I take bricks
I'm a waitress in the trap I got somethin' to serve sixteen 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 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 whole fall like some dominoes
I got a trap house and a car 100,00 off a cap, that's a trap All this got me feelin' real nauseous with them bricks got me feelin' real cautious
Bricks, all white Off white bricks, light tan Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks Ballin' like a bitch, with all these
Bricks, thirty six zips, a whole chick Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make But I take bricks
Montana, all I have in this world Is my hundred chopper and my white girl Oil base bricks, hard to cook Call the plug back, him he got took
Know what that mean? The shit mean none for him, and more for me I somethin', I'm gutta bitch trust me dog, this that North Memphis shit
Old school, new Couple choppas just in wanna go to war bricks Aka my best Twenty eight inch call 'em grown men
Dope stepped on, it step child I got that Slim Shady, we call it Mile I'm from North Memphis, and Brown Street, and nigga that's my brick house
Bricks, all bricks Off white bricks, light tan Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks Ballin' a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a whole Wanna bad bitch? Gotta bricks Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I hits But I still take