It's ya boy yo Chea, Mane the flare My nigga Ralph in Zaytoven on the beat And a street nigga holiday My Nigga DJ
Bricks, all white Off white bricks, light tan Just hit a lick, for more bricks like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a whole Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have Yeah, that sense, yeah, I make hits But I take bricks
So icy CEO, I'm a fool with the think I'm puttin' VVS jewels 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' season in, charged ya ass a whole thirty But right now you can get it for a low The fish scale white, color my hummer
Zone six polar bears see summer It's all year cuz the birds fly under five 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 more bricks Ballin' like a bitch, with all these
Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a whole bad bitch? Gotta 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 sixteen bars, 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 a check, when ya come in my department Yes I break em' down and I em' whole 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 star All smoke got me feelin' real nauseous Ridin' with bricks got me feelin' real cautious
Bricks, all bricks Off bricks, light tan bricks Just hit a lick, for fifty more like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have Yeah, that sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take
Tony Montana, all I in this world Is my round chopper and my white girl Oil bricks, shit hard to cook Call the plug back, him he got took
what that mean? The shit free That none for him, and more for me I took somethin', I'm gutta Don't trust me dog, this that North shit
Old school, new Couple choppas just in They wanna go to war Aka my friend Twenty eight inch call 'em grown men
stepped on, call it step child I got that Slim Shady, we call it Mile I'm North Memphis, Watkins and Brown Gotti Street, and that's my brick house
Bricks, all bricks Off bricks, light tan bricks Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks Ballin' like a bitch, with all bricks
Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a chick Wanna bad bitch? have bricks Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make But I still bricks