Lyrics:
down, niggas kickin' in your front door
Titanic on my wrist, bad bitch on my dick
Did a donut in the 6, I just drove by Magic City
Put that heroin in
in the hood
I'm a Asshole By Nature I
Make it rain real good
Ro and Trae - Assholes By Nature no doubt
Motherfucker can you stand the rain?
Cause if
thing but fuck a bitch
Trying to get it by all means
I'm on my shit
Get a whiff of New York scene
If I meet the right mexican
Get it for fourteen and he
a monster paid by Pixar
By night I'm Jigsaw
You know
Somewhere chopping wigs off
Hit the stu drop bricks off
I hit ya bitch drop kids off
Then Uber call
Got to put on my smoking jacket for this one you feel me yeah Off white shades in the night time 83 blue Regal zip sour diesel t top looking
the cage
By meditatin' and incantations
What the fuck a nigga know about a flip of a shipment
Never talk wit' cops, got the Glock locked in the whip
Vacay,
head, that mouth full of sick dick
Off-White on the opps, yeah-yeah-yeah, on some drip shit
Pint in a two liter, I'm on some rich shit
I vibe in LA
white
And I won't go nowhere without my pipe (Yeah)
Fuck your OG's aint no remorse
Don't gotta gang bang not by force (Yeah)
Swear I moved a quarter brick
(brick)
I know how to make that work stretch (stretch)
Ride by Georgia Tech with a TEC (TEC)
Prescribing that lean, percs, and Xanax (lean)
Slime nigga,
And they done with dime
You had your work all week shit I hustle mine
I hustle hard
Hustle hard I ain't never fine
I just hit a lick, all white bricks
Neighbourhood crips and they
Killin' on Slauson
The white bricks my son and
The tan is my daughter
Trappa turned rappa, livin' like Sean Carter
Cold heart specs
Brr
Break the brick up in little pieces, all my guns is Middle Eastern
I'ma continue feastin', I ain't finished eatin' (facts)
Lemon squeeze'll
(Goat)
I had them bricks right by Flat Shoals, everybody know
He's a huge music exec, never been exposed (whoa)
Sold that boy a brick, like to treat
Colin Powell, general admission
You are all welcome, new Malcolm of the talcum
By any means, AK lookin' out the window screen, uh
Let's get it on, new
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
For
out lick after lick after lick it's no way they can find out
Brick after brick I can build us the
White House trip after trip all my bitches flied out
quicker
Than all white shoes
Right, I look at niggas like food
Or look at niggas like fools
Shit, if I don’t sell a brick in a day
My whole night’s screwed
by a brick wall
King Ghost yeah we're gonna make him fall
Just kidding, yo
You know I got him real weak in the knees
Taking him out so you call me
They say they want me dead, I pretend like I don't hear
Mi seh mi di one, mi seh mi di one
Bricks coming in, haffi know they weigh a ton
Lingo, lingo,
forgiveness
I'm living like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don't want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends
I ride with that white
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love
I sold bits, I sold raw
Press a brick, never fraud
Hit and miss, bet I score
Why he mad? He ain't sure
I sold bits, I sold raw
I sold hits,
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