Bricks & Bags (feat. Benny the Butcher)

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (dope, boy) The Butcher comin', nigga Should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' coke, boy (coke, boy) (La musica de Harry Fraud) You know how this street shit go What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny I grinded accessibly, put rocks on the neck of me This coupe I got from duPont Registry The standard of hammer, in all my rooms, I get a new Glock every week My old bitch think I'm too rich to send an Uber My new bitch wanna get pieces made for my jeweler Drive-bys with Rugers, twenty racks for the shooter The FBI heard I can make cocaine like I'm Scooter A letter to my nigga in jail, told him he blessed He said, "You gotta hold us down, you the only one left", yeah Responsibility come with the opportunity Don't want no crooked preacher lyin' in my eulogy Hoes think they usin' me, I got her out the country eatin' beautifully Spent a couple hunnid on her charcuterie War endorsement, war with law enforcement 'Til my lawn full of Maybachs and small Porsches Let's go (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (dope, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (haan) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (coke, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (coke, boy) Coke Boys charged double in the drought Pack busted in her stomach, started foamin' out the mouth (woo) On strays, broad day, think they like sweet And my youngin got the K like Skete (bah, bah, bah, bah, ooh) Before you try and surf, let the wave break (break) Let the cake bake (bake) Talkin' summers, I done had a whole decade straight (haan) Her eyes dilated, we gon' miss dinner She on E! like her manager was Kris Jenner (ah) Need a brick in a brown bag? Sign to me Never let nobody live in your mind for free (ah) And when you get tested, you get your answers Block pitchin', jumpin' like Miles Bridges (uh) Could have signed to Cash Money, but I was gettin' cash money Knicks game, floor seats next to Van Gundy (ah) Coke Boy co-founder, head cracked like I was nose-divin' At the Met Gala with no stylist (ah) (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (dope, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (haan) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (coke, boy, Montana, haha) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (coke, boy) Yeah, they hit niggas with the RICO (uh-huh) The only drill he ever been on was from Home Depot (haha) It's never your enemy, it's always your own people (yeah) Pride was the reason he died, no ego (no ego) You know me, you know me, the don Jada (yeah) I'm out there, morning shit for the Montega (woo) Work touched down, I sold it, I ain't hold it (uh-uh) 12 hours, hand to hand, no COVID (nope) We just rubber band the money, we don't fold it (never) Far as the economy goes, we control it (we control it) You have a lil' luck if you came up (uh) If you ask me, fentanyl is fuckin' the game up (hmm) You get your chain jumped, just play the game proper (that's it) Playin' with your nose or is you a vein popper? (Vein popper, ooh) Knockin' off half in zips, just another day at the office Bags and bricks, what's up? (Haan) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (dope, boy, haan) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (dope, boy, haha) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (dope, boy, don't worry about it) I was sellin' it all, haha