Scott Free, Caskey - 2 Bricks lyrics

When I die
Bury me beside two bricks of white (yeah)
Bad bitches in the cut
Just might end your life (yeah)
Twenty thousand all in cash, man
It's only right (yeah)
Try the squad
We gon' get us twenty-five to life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, woop, yee

Okay, I got the plug and
I'm pluggin' the streets, i feel like Pablo
Devilish, so I name the coupe I'm drivin'
"El Diablo"
I flood the streets, let the knots swell
I'm outer space but I landed in Rosswell
And I promise I will not tell
We got rich off of the pot sales
You a snitch and your homie
A bitch, got no change
We been off at the Ritz
Only thing I'm concerned about
Is my money duplicatin', i'm gettin' rich
Yeah, twenty chicks off at the crib
'mind me of ménage
You gon' tell 'em everything
Then negate the charge camera phone
Turn my trap house to a porno place
In the Lamb like my
Favorite place to fornicate
Yeah, thirty Xans
I got plays that I could formulate
Yeah, get the check
Spend it all 'cause we got more to make
It's beef, I put the gun safe
On him, you savin' hoes, put a cape on him
My homie ain't doin' crossover records when I
Say he got a drac' on him that's a draco
We came from pushin' the weight though
You ain't been nothin' but bait though
The plug name is Jose Canseco, yeah

When I die
Bury me beside two bricks of white (yeah)
Bad bitches in the cut
Just might end your life (yeah)
Twenty thousand all in cash, man
It's only right (yeah)
Try the squad
We gon' get us twenty-five to life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Free) , woop, yee

Bad bitches, fast cars
Put that shit on my headstone
Cocaine all in this game but most
That shit get stepped on
Get my money off of white rock
Call my ass a Deftone
I take yo' bitch all in yo' face
And that make me a klepto
Ain't no fuck shit out
My headphones, gold chains, death Row
Cocaine, sell blow
Got the tight grip and won't let go
When I do, that's sixteen shots
Snitchin' boy tryna get me caught
I hit yo' crib like a pit'stop
Masked up like Slipknot
Fo' five and it slip not
Do my dirt all on my own
Where I lay my hat I call my home
That just might be yo' trap house
Tunnel vision, blacked out
SK with the MAC out
And I swear to God all on my mom
I'll blow your fuckin' back out

When I die
Bury me beside two bricks of white (yeah)
Bad bitches in the cut
Just might end your life (yeah)
Twenty thousand, all this cash, man
It's only right (yeah)
Try the squad
We gon' get us twenty-five to life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, woop, yee