Bricks (feat. OJ & Yo Gotti)

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It's ya boy yo gotti
 
 Chea
 Gucci mane the flare
 My nigga Ralph in here
 Zaytoven on the beat nigga
 And it's a street nigga holiday
 My Nigga D.J Holiday
 Chea
 Bricks
 All white bricks
 Off white bricks
 Light tan bricks
 Just hit a lick, For 50 more bricks
 Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
 Bricks
 36 zips
 That's a whole chick
 Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
 Yea that make sense
 Yea I make hits
 But I still take bricks
 So icy c.e.o, I'm a fool with the snow
 They think I'm puttin' v.v.s jewels in the coke
 My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20
 And after this flip I'm quittin' the trap cold turkey, Sike!
 The pack in and I'm workin'
 Drought season in, charged ya ass a whole 30
 But right now you can get it for a low number
 The fish scale white, Same color my hummer
 Zone 6 polar bears never see summer
 It's winter all year cause the birds fly under
 95' Air Max cause I'm a dope runna'
 I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper I'ts
 Bricks
 All white bricks
 Off white bricks
 Light tan bricks
 Just hit a lick
 For 50 more bricks
 Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
 Bricks
 36 zips
 That's a whole chick
 Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
 Yea that make sense
 Yea I make hits
 But I still take bricks
 I'm like a waitress in the trap I got somethin' to serve
 That's 16 bars, Same price for a bird
 What you need a bird?
 Or A Couple Pounds?
 I'm on Cleveland Ave, You know my side of town
 So many bricks I can build my own apartment
 Ya better a check, When ya come in my department
 Yes I break em' down
 And I sell em' whole, Try me watch ya whole crew fall like some dominoes
 I got a trap house
 And a trap car
 100, 00 off a cap, That's a trap star
 All this smoke got me feelin' real nauseous
 Ridin' with them bricks got me feelin' real cautious
 Bricks
 All white bricks
 Off white bricks
 Light tan bricks
 Just hit a lick
 For 50 more bricks
 Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
 Bricks
 36 zips
 That's a whole chick
 Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
 Yea that make sense
 Yea I make hits
 But I still take bricks
 Tony Montana, All I have in this world
 Is my 100 round chopper and my white girl
 Oil base bricks, Shit hard to cook
 Call the plug back, Tell him he got took
 Know what that mean? The shit free
 That mean none for him, And more for me
 I took somethin', I'm gutta bitch
 Don't trust me dog, This that North Memphis shit
 Old school, New Porsche
 Couple choppas just in case they wanna go to war bricks
 A.k.a my best friend
 28 inch rims call em' grown men
 Dope stepped on, Call it step child
 I got that Slim Shady, We call it 8 Mile
 I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
 Gotti Street, And nigga that's my brick house
 Bricks
 All white bricks
 Off white bricks
 Light tan bricks
 Just hit a lick
 For 50 more bricks
 Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
 Bricks
 36 zips
 That's a whole chick
 Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
 Yea that make sense
 Yea I make hits
 But I still take bricks
 

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Duration
04:45
Key
9
Tempo
148 BPM

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