LAYIN BRICKS

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yea, BVDLVD
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Flip a brick, then I build on that
I done too much shit, I keep me lookin back
On some over shoulder shit, on some one-eyed Kip
Smoking on this stick, where it fucking hits
Please, God, have mercy on my spliff
Let it stay lit even when the wind wants a bit
I pray to you that you keep that shit intact
If you don't keep it intact, you can take it back
Best believe I just drugged my whole show
(Don't tell the bouncer)
Big bag of brownies for you
(Just take one and fuck off)
No you are not getting two
I took one it felt like I blew

Fuck them man at Wheatley
All the bullies they used to tease me
They layin' bricks, I drop a brick on a TV
I got a brand new house in the city, with the lights
And a bitch who treats me right, yeah

I'm the only one making noise
Had to make a hunnid K and flip it for my fuckin' boys
Yeah, I flip it for my boys
Yeah, I flip it for my boys
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Boy I don't deal with no crap
You a loser, drug user, don't want nothing with that
You so stupid, you think I do this shit for some racks?
I don't get out of bed if it don't make me a plaque
What's with that? I predict that you a fag
I predict your music bad
You will never beat the LVD
You ain't ever getting bags
You ain't ever gonna spaz like me
Told my bro hold this flow, I'ma wrap this beat

Fuck them man at Wheatley
All the bullies they used to tease me
They layin' bricks, I drop a brick on a TV
I got a brand new house in the city, with the lights
And a bitch who treats me right, yeah

Yeah
That treats me right
That treats me right, alright, alright, alright
Yeah, yeah

Ah, fuck, I'm locked in again
Gotta write my songs with a pen
Got pin point precision and I'm pointing at them, at you
Yeah you do what I do, what you do is doo-doo (Duh-duh-doo-doo)
You layin' bricks all day, but me? Nah
I'ma get my money any which way
With the way you look, you could make your bitch gay
With the way I look, I could take your bitch, bitch, bitch, lol
Don't make my finger fuckin' itch
You could never say, that I ain't self made
Made myself, spinnin' tracks like a beyblade

Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Catalanotto, Joshua Pearman, Rusty Moos-moore
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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