Bricks
You try to take my spot
You need to go a lil harder
You try to play your cards
You need to play a lil smarter
Bricks, all white bricks
Divide the bricks
And put it on my wrist
Oh no no counterfeit
This shit right here a lick
Ima ball every chance I get
Like Jordan, Scotty, pip
Please don't talk that shit
We'll do a drive by in a Lyft
Spin a block and then we dip
We bang that blue, no crip
Hold on baby that's that drip
That put my hands on ya hips
Let me get that off your lip
She start playin wit the tip
Nigga from the burg
Fuck what you heard
Sippin on this syrup
Got me lost in my words
Muthafucka say shit nigga get murked
Keep talkin shit ima put you in the dirt
All up on my tip
Never been a bitch
Keep talkin shit and but the guns go rip
Straight head shots
Aiming at ya lip
Ball to I fall like jr on the knicks
Slide in the demon
Yea we creepin
Baby want my semen aye
That pussy leaking
But I'm on defense
Getting my chips frito-lay
Im in my zone
Check my tone
I ain't gone be gone long
My dawg got the bone
We tote that chrome
We choppin it to this song
Ima bring this home
This shit I own
And no this not a loan
I'm all in her phone
Yea I'm getting that dome
She sucking it to this song
Talking bout the cars
You know that we whippin
Four fours steady tippin
You try to take my spot
You need to go a lil harder
You try to play your cards
You need to play a lil smarter
Bricks, all white bricks
Divide the bricks
And put it on my wrist
You need to go a lil harder
You try to play your cards
You need to play a lil smarter
Bricks, all white bricks
Divide the bricks
And put it on my wrist
Oh no no counterfeit
This shit right here a lick
Ima ball every chance I get
Like Jordan, Scotty, pip
Please don't talk that shit
We'll do a drive by in a Lyft
Spin a block and then we dip
We bang that blue, no crip
Hold on baby that's that drip
That put my hands on ya hips
Let me get that off your lip
She start playin wit the tip
Nigga from the burg
Fuck what you heard
Sippin on this syrup
Got me lost in my words
Muthafucka say shit nigga get murked
Keep talkin shit ima put you in the dirt
All up on my tip
Never been a bitch
Keep talkin shit and but the guns go rip
Straight head shots
Aiming at ya lip
Ball to I fall like jr on the knicks
Slide in the demon
Yea we creepin
Baby want my semen aye
That pussy leaking
But I'm on defense
Getting my chips frito-lay
Im in my zone
Check my tone
I ain't gone be gone long
My dawg got the bone
We tote that chrome
We choppin it to this song
Ima bring this home
This shit I own
And no this not a loan
I'm all in her phone
Yea I'm getting that dome
She sucking it to this song
Talking bout the cars
You know that we whippin
Four fours steady tippin
You try to take my spot
You need to go a lil harder
You try to play your cards
You need to play a lil smarter
Bricks, all white bricks
Divide the bricks
And put it on my wrist
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Writer(s): Dmauri Jones
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