Marz!
(Aye, Lewis!)
For sale
It's hell, yea
Too quick
Got that brick for sale
Yea that boy, he gonna tell
And the product top shelf
New clique
Runnin' with the 7, he can tell
I'ma post my brodie bail
He can't sit up in no cell, nah
Posted
I can't lose my focus
The opps, they said they lurkin'
But I'm still sippin' potion
Gasolina way too potent, yea
These niggas loafin', yea
Bad bitch bend her over, yea
I rip it open, woah, yea
Bust that nigga in his head
If he trippin' off my set
Catch a opp, we do it the best
Bustdown Gucci all on my fit
Servin' up fiends, said he need a fix
My flow bust straight like a Tech
Mac 11 to yo head
Trigger light, we leave em
Sick
Yea we leave em sicker, huh
Poke em like a sickle, huh
Ain't no nigga bigger, huh
We was movin' work from out of state
Can't bring it back
Black Impala full of cash
Lonely Rich ran up a bag, yea
Got that brick for sale
Yea that boy, he gonna tell
And the product top shelf
New clique
Runnin' with the 7, he can tell
I'ma post my brodie bail
He can't sit up in no cell, nah
Got that brick for sale
Yea that boy, he gonna tell
And the product top shelf
New clique
Runnin' with the 7, he can tell
I'ma post my brodie bail
He can't sit up in no cell, nah
Got that brick for sale
(Gibberish)
Got that brick for sale
And the product top shelf
Yea ya brodie, he gon tell
For sale
It's hell, yea
Too quick
Got that brick for sale
Yea that boy, he gonna tell
And the product top shelf
New clique
Runnin' with the 7, he can tell
I'ma post my brodie bail
He can't sit up in no cell, nah
Posted
I can't lose my focus
The opps, they said they lurkin'
But I'm still sippin' potion
Gasolina way too potent, yea
These niggas loafin', yea
Bad bitch bend her over, yea
I rip it open, woah, yea
Bust that nigga in his head
If he trippin' off my set
Catch a opp, we do it the best
Bustdown Gucci all on my fit
Servin' up fiends, said he need a fix
My flow bust straight like a Tech
Mac 11 to yo head
Trigger light, we leave em
Sick
Yea we leave em sicker, huh
Poke em like a sickle, huh
Ain't no nigga bigger, huh
We was movin' work from out of state
Can't bring it back
Black Impala full of cash
Lonely Rich ran up a bag, yea
Got that brick for sale
Yea that boy, he gonna tell
And the product top shelf
New clique
Runnin' with the 7, he can tell
I'ma post my brodie bail
He can't sit up in no cell, nah
Got that brick for sale
Yea that boy, he gonna tell
And the product top shelf
New clique
Runnin' with the 7, he can tell
I'ma post my brodie bail
He can't sit up in no cell, nah
Got that brick for sale
(Gibberish)
Got that brick for sale
And the product top shelf
Yea ya brodie, he gon tell
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Writer(s): Richard Martin Jr.
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