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on the gram, watch that shit get sprayed
In the kitchen cutting bricks, I ain't sleep in seven days
Tell the truth, I'm tryna get paid seven ways nigga
Then we

Homie Dizzy got the blick with him, he commit niggas
Your homie dead, got dismissed nigga, you consist with him
Yeah, weighed him a brick
And I gave him

could move a brick a bale in a day
Dont need me a scale I can eyeball the weight
Bitch I give what I want what I give you gone take
Throwing this money

While you with her, she a ho F**k my homie and my crew
My bitch old, I need some new
Pop me a brick and I pray to demons Grabbin' my phone and she think

TRYNA HIT MY MANS WITH A BRICK LIKE IM CRAIG….

IF I GET LOCKED I AINT GOT SHIT FOR THE FEDS…

FUCK A HAIR DRESSER ILL PUT MONEY ON YO HEAD…

WHAT WE

shit up in them bricks
Them Tony Montana fantasies, we fiending for that fix
Where babies be talking crazy
Even the bitches selling pixie sticks

the diamonds shitting bricks dawg
I been making hits dawg
Thrown into a pit dawg
But you know I stand every time they tell me sit dawg

If you thought I wouldn't

to hate, just be honest then
Uh, I can do wrong, I'd rather do right
Like I can get fronted a brick by tonight
I'd rather spit cocaine on this mic
I'm

couldn't tell
In the bricks chillin' like Keion, back with my cousins 
(Uh) front with my g-ma
Future was bright like them '95 neons
Niggas in the field

Boom Boom

Fredo

Tables Turn

2018

bricks
'Cause I was up on Harrow Road pebbling this shit 
And I'll tell you right now you'll be never getting rich
He used to have P's now he's begging

quick shot his meat
B-Bitch im tryna go up on the Forbes List
How the fuck did you cash on a poor bitch
Call the plug finna order up more bricks
I just

him they be hyping up you
How it feel that you can hang with a boss
Afterwards you can come to my loft
Look like I sell bricks of the soft
I got haters

the past
To the point I almost smashed straight through the lookin' glass
Right into the catacombs of the rabbit hole
Staggered home on brick roads,

a fucking joke talk shit
Cause it's funny
Wanna get rich then ditch my sick honey
Drive fast cars flip bricks
And get money
No traces alone in both places

Tomato Tomato
Bae Why you out catching bodies, like it ain't no tomorrow
When we can just stop it today though
Bae you a brick
And you letting these niggas

je
Pusht want je rookt het
En je nieuwe shit is me throwback
Haten op een jongen dat gebeurt
Als je ontdooit bent
Praat niet over bricks heel je
Gang

with thirty-two bricks in it
All my tracks smell like shit in it
Cause I be talking my shit in it
Dirty flow, yes I'm Flinting it
Drip like a number one

they rip (Uh huh)
This masked up nigga was playin' with sticks (Yeah yeah)
Them sticks and stones man they turn it into brick
He shootin' out boulders

yea
But all my diamonds yea the shine yea
Spent a 100 on my wrist
A Couple 100 on my brick
Uhh yea on my bih yea
Spent a couple 100
On my bih but it

I get them right like it's fan duel
I'll flip a nick to a brick
And I put that shit right up on Jesus sandals
A scandal
Cuz niggas done pan then

a op, walk him down in my denim jeans

I'm with the gang moving bricks overseas
Play with the gang, we gone leave you deceased
I'm switching lanes in

In the dark so you know we get lit
On the road and I'm out with my clique
In new york and you know it get brick
With you bitch ain't know she this

them muthafuckin bricks
I keep me a stick
Might aim at your crib
17 When I touched my first K
18 Sippin on bombay
Come to yo crib with my senseis
Old

sweeter than cinnamon yum
Walk in looking like a brick make your bitch wanna build a house
Told her stack it up
Then beep beep back it up
You mad and hatin