Gucci Mane, Yung Ralph, Yo Gotti - Bricks lyrics

It's your boy Yo Gotti, yeah
Gucci Mane La Flare my nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street nigga holiday
My nigga DJ Holiday, yeah

Bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hit's, but I still take bricks

So Icy CEO, I'm a fool with the snow
They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke
My watch a cool hundred
Paint-job a cold twenty and after this flip
I'm quitting the trap cold turkey
Sike, the pack in and I'm working
Drought season in
Charged your ass a whole thirty
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 yonder
95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner
I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper

It's bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hit's, but I still take bricks

I'm like a waitress in the trap
I've got something to serve
That's sixteen 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
You better have a check when
You come in my department
Yes, I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole
Try me
Watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes
I got a trap house and a trap car
A hundred thousand off a cap
That's a trap star
All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous
Riding with them bricks got
Me feeling real cautious

Bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hit's, but I still take bricks

Tony Montana, all I have in this world
Is my hundred-round chopper and my white girl
Oil based bricks, shit hard to cook
Call the plug back, tell him he got took
Know what that mean? This shit free
That means none for him and more for me
I took something, I'm gutter, bitch
Don't trust me dawg
This that North Memphis shit
Old school, new Porsche
Couple choppers just in case they
Wanna go to war bricks, AKA my best friend
Twenty-eight 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 fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hit's, but I still take bricks