Bricks (feat. Jiggy James)

Whipping the brick with a spatula
Fucking yo bitch while she mad atcha
I am her boss I'm her manager
I am the one that she's coming to
I am the one that she's running to
Come with my clique and we run it thru
Look at us look atchu
We spark it up call it Pikachu
We don't play games it's not peek-a-boo
I am the one that she's geeking to
I am the reason she's leaving you
By the way she wasn't feeling you
Told her to come with the winner
I know you took her to dinner
I took her straight to the trap
Had that bitch twerk on my lap
In a week she was selling shit
She kept it real wasn't telling shit
She gave me brain how intelligent
I fucked her friend for the hell of it
She got mad like a jealous bitch
Told her shut up and go make me rich
I taught the bitch how to whip a brick
Now that's the reason why she's sucking dick

Brick
Brick
Brick
After brick
Whipping the brick
Brick
Brick
Brick
After brick
Whipping the brick
Brick
Brick
Brick
After brick
Whipping the brick
Brick
Brick
Brick
After brick
Whipping the brick

Bumping Posty Malone
Just tryna get in my zone
Shouts my cousins my bro
My sister in court
Sold my soul to the soul
Can't say I need more
So I just cook by the store
Till I gotta get home
Been rolling rolling rolling
Getting blowed (Aye)
Me and all my homies don't you know
Say
Something bout this Sprite done got me slow (Aye)
Purple in my cup and in my dro (And in my dro aye)
Whip it I whip it
360 I flip it
Trip off prescription
It don't make no difference
Don't get it I get it
My digit infinite
Sipping and spitting
Like wine tasting bitches
Woo
Heard snitches get stitches
Guess they don't care cause they still out here snitching
Got to be kidding
Boy check yo religion my

Brick
Brick
Brick
After brick
Whipping the brick
Brick
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Brick
After brick
Whipping the brick
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Brick
Brick
After brick
Whipping the brick
Brick
Brick
Brick
After brick
Whipping the brick

It's the 5 O
They just bust thru the door
We grab them bricks
And we hop in the whip
And the drivers yo bitch
Now we all on the go
Run thru the 6 bouta fuck up my sole
Moving the dough
Smoking the dro
Opps on the trail gotta stay on the low
We stay on the low
You come any closer we're ready to blow
Flipping and sipping cause we never tripping
Hit it like aye yo (Hit it)
Whipping that ya yo (Whip it)
Bumping like aye yo (Bump it)
Got something to say
Back the fuck up
I just stack the fuck up
Talk about money I rack the fuck up
You talking shit make me crack the fuck up
Step to ya boy get smack the fuck up
You outta luck
I been on my grind
All of this bass got you losing your mind
Bitch I'm the man got my name in the lights
Drinking that purple I mix it with Sprite
Man of the hour
The man with the power
I'm selling bricks I see you getting sour
Opps on my dick cause I'm selling that flour
Powder and chowder
My shit be the loudest

Now I need a place
To hide away