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JPZ, you're a genius Rec the Beats Came in with a whole lotta money Walk up in this muthafucker lit I'm fresh up off the muh'fuckin' block Probably still smellin' like a brick Smellin' like a brick Like a brick I'm probably still smellin' like a brick Smellin' like a brick Like a brick I'm probably still smellin' like a brick, smellin' like a brick I bled the block, I pounded the pavement I had more birdies than the Falcons and Ravens A brick is my fragrance, used to keep 'em in basements Cook up the candy in a pot or a Mason Jars full of residue, that Fred Flintstone, that yabba-doo Break down the yola, the same color as Krazy Glue Dem folks didn't notice me, I was sneaky and smart I wore these glasses to look like a square and drove a Dodge Dart My connection was Spanish, showed me love when I copped Used to meet me at Pilot, or Flying J's Truck Stop When I sit in the barber chair, thumper under my apron When you havin' your slices, you know these suckers be hatin' Exclusive game is the shit, my custom outfits be lit My watch cost a hundo, done by Iceman Nick I sip Prosecco, fuck with edibles Smoke CBD and THC medical Came in with a whole lotta money Walk up in this muthafucker lit I'm fresh up off the mutherfuckin' block Probably still smellin' like a brick Smellin' like a brick Like a brick I'm probably still smellin' like a brick Smellin' like a brick Like a brick I'm probably still smellin' like a brick, smellin' like a brick Felon, I be bailin' through my hood Cutty on them gold ones, got that gellin' in my wood Time to get the bag, hit the block and snatch the chef I sell each ten whole, let him woom-wop the rest Text my bottom bitch, told that ho we havin' company She know that mean we cookin', so nobody at her auntie's Old school nigga, still rockin' out the gumbo Draco, it's a Russian, so you know them bullets tumble Started out in Humboldt, swabbin' out the snow cap Plays with them Boguts and them H-A's, no cap Hundred on the buyout, another on the arm Hit me on the signal, we gon' meet up at the farm Miss with that swag bag, bruh, we don't do that Triple lays only, little homies run through that Ever see the king? You could spot him by his two straps Smellin' like a brick, movin' shit for them blue racks, true facts Came in with a whole lotta money Walk up in this muh'fucka lit I'm fresh up off the muh'fuckin' block Probably still smellin' like a brick Smellin' like a brick Like a brick I'm probably still smellin' like a brick Smellin' like a brick Like a brick I'm probably still smellin' like a brick, smellin' like a brick One day, I might buy me a Five Guys A Whataburger, or a Kentucky Fried Chicken, I'm havin' my chicken now that I mention Right now, I'ma need y'all undivided attention I get what I want, you get what you can afford When I'm in a virtual meeting, I sit on the board I'm havin' my capital, venture capital I ain't local, I'm global, ho, international I do what I wanna do, smoke what I wanna smoke Practice social distancin', I don't really fuck with folks Thought the boy was solid, he pillow-talkin' sucker stroke Bonkers over baby, everybody and they mama know I was playin' dominoes and it was on me Yeah, 40 had that rocket on him 223 Yeah, never out of pocket, don't believe what you see Boy, it's fire in that hole whenever fuckin' with me
Writer(s): Brandt Jones, Earl T Stevens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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