BRiCKS

I go by Q2Coo just in case you forgot
I ain't been around the world but I been bending the block
See I ain't worried about niggas I'm more concerned with the cops
Homie you ain't gotta lie about why you making us stop
But fuck it

We gone go head and let that slide
I got bigger fish to fry and my plate got sides
I got a napkin in my shirt and a napkin in my lap
Looking ready to snap and then I just attack
Like my skinny ass is fat this just a mother fucking snack
These ain't bars these is bricks and you Deebo nigga smack
Look at that I'm trying to tell you it's a mother fucking rap
Finna cop me some land I'm about to change the fucking map
Then imma put some niggas on and we gone bridge these fucking gaps
We gone take all them haters and we gone push them to the back
Matter of fact we gone leave them mother fuckers where they at
And we just gone keep it pushing till they fade into the black

Fade into the black
I use to get my weed from next door like neighbor where you at
Other side of me was PoPo how fucking wild is that
And I ain't playing my nigga this is a mother fucking fact
And when mama wasn't home the crib turned into a trap
Let my niggas bag up and they threw me a couple sacks
I ain't never sold a dime but I could roll them bitches fat
And I could roll them bitches STAT
And I could smoke them back to back