Juice WRLD - Chop a Brick (Sad Rockstar) lyrics

Yeah leeBoy on the track
Yeah, we in this bitch high as hell, you know
Good kush blunts,  good-good Raw’s
Good 'Woods all that shit man
(It’s the king) i turn they ass up
(Trap, trap, trap)

Chop a brick, chop a brick
Bitch I'm water whippin'
Run up on him, 33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen
I been ballin', pull up, pull up
In Bugatti engines
All these bitches on my dick
They know that I'm different (Yuh)
Chop a brick, chop a brick
Bitch I'm water whippin'
(Trap, trap, trap) get his ass, 33 feel
Like Scottie Pippen, huh, yeah
Bitch, I'm the man, you know
How I'm livin', huh, yeah
Stackin' all this guap to
The fuckin' ceiling (LeeBoy on the track)

Yeah, ayy
Stack my guala, my hand on my choppa, huh
Yeah want no problems, huh
I came from the bottom, huh, yeah
Whippin' alone in that kitchen
You know that's how young
Niggas livin', huh, yeah
Run up on me then I kill him
I swear that my hand on my Smith and, huh
Yeah roll up a doobie, huh
Bitch, she gon' throw me that booty, huh
I get all up in that coochie, huh
She sucking all through my Louis, huh, yeah
That's how it go, woah
I fuck your bitch at my show, huh
That bitch in love with my glow, huh
I told her, "I already know", yeah
Look at my wrist, look at my
Wrist, I'm gon whip it, yeah
Jesse white, on my brit, how I flip it, yeah
Fuck your bitch, pop a xan, I forget it, yeah
All these hoes suck my
Dick 'cause I'm gifted, yeah
(LeeBoy on the track)

Chop a brick, chop a brick
Bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap)
Run up on him, 33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen
I been ballin', pull up, pull up
In Bugatti engines
All these bitches on my dick
They know that I'm different
Chop a brick, chop a brick
Bitch I'm water whippin'
(Trap, trap, trap)
Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen
Bitch, I'm the man, you know
How I'm livin', huh, yeah
Stackin' all this guap to
The fuckin' ceiling (Huh)

I got them bricks for sell, I
Got them bricks for sell, yeah, huh
I got yo' bitch for sell, I
Got yo' bitch for sell, yeah, huh
Young nigga trappin' still
I'm in the kitchen I'm
Still water whippin', huh
Don't give a fuck about niggas or bitches
I'm too busy flippin' them chickens, huh
Gun on my waist, I put that gun to yo' safe
Hop in my Wraith, huh
Need that cash out yo' safe
Run up on me then I'm
Shoot and ain't nobody safe, uh huh
Run up on me then I'm shootin', yeah
I got my hand on my Ruger, yeah
That clip gon' like a ruler, yeah
Versace on me like medusa, yeah

Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
Versace on me like medusa, uh huh
My clip be long like a ruler, yeah, huh
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Versace on me like medusa, uh huh
You run up on me then I shoot ya'