Smoke Dawg, Giggs - Bricks lyrics
[Smoke Dawg, Giggs - Bricks lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Yeah huh
Ahhh (M-M-M-Murda)
Ahwoolay watch it
Drunk and gungeoned up
Yeah, we drunk and gungeoned (Gungeoned)
Mafia sewed up and we're crunchin’ numbers
(yeah) used to work that phone
All these junkies numbers (yeah)
One to ten, got these junkies numbers
Steppin' out in them gully jeans (Jeans)
T-shirt and them junky jumpers (Yes)
My squad, we're the pumpy dumpers (Dumpers)
Right now, I’m the country's comfort
(Switch it) man's up in the opp set
Man's off from the off set (yeah)
Man's workin' the hand ting
Man's up with the object (Bah)
Man, fuck what them odds say
Ain't bop with them odds yet (Nah)
Man, fuck what your squad say
Ain’t bop with the dawgs yet (Woof)
Man’s up in the restaurant
Post up with the mob set (Mob set)
Man's tasted the lobster
Ain’t fuck with the quad yet
Man's facin' the mobster
Ain't fuck with the mob yet (Nah)
Man, come with a hand ting
Man’s taking it off set
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young nigga shit
Cartier, Rolex
She lovin' the young nigga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young nigga shit
Cartier, Rolex
She lovin' the young nigga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid
Put your bitch on a program (On a program)
Mouth full of gold like I'm Kodak (Skrrt)
Trap house full of Lohan (Lohan)
Whip that shit up with both hands (Whip)
Got more 'caine than a old man (Get it?)
You broke niggas joke, got no plan (No plan)
Opps sayin' that they lookin' for me (Huh?)
On the southside, where Smoke at? (Southside)
Drop a pack to my youngin' (What)
Tell my young nigga, "Hold that" (Hold that)
I need my cash by the morning
(By the morning)
Got a couple bitches whorin' (They whorin')
Spilled some Henny on my Rollie (Sauce)
I'm doing good, now, they know me
(Now, they know me)
Don't tell me, girl, show me (Show me)
I'm taxin' niggas if they owe me (I'm taxin')
I spend a lot of days OT (OT)
I came back bigger and better (Better)
The Rollie was bigger and better (Better)
My chain was bigger than ever (It's heavy)
Niggas can hate us, whatever (Huh)
Still keep it under my sweater (Huh)
Make it rain on your block like the weather
(Brrr) ahwoolay, hold that
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young nigga shit
Cartier, Rolex
She lovin' the young nigga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young nigga shit
Cartier, Rolex
She lovin' the young nigga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid
Yeah huh
Ahhh (M-M-M-Murda)
Ahwoolay watch it
Drunk and gungeoned up
Yeah, we drunk and gungeoned (Gungeoned)
Mafia sewed up and we're crunchin’ numbers
(yeah) used to work that phone
All these junkies numbers (yeah)
One to ten, got these junkies numbers
Steppin' out in them gully jeans (Jeans)
T-shirt and them junky jumpers (Yes)
My squad, we're the pumpy dumpers (Dumpers)
Right now, I’m the country's comfort
(Switch it) man's up in the opp set
Man's off from the off set (yeah)
Man's workin' the hand ting
Man's up with the object (Bah)
Man, fuck what them odds say
Ain't bop with them odds yet (Nah)
Man, fuck what your squad say
Ain’t bop with the dawgs yet (Woof)
Man’s up in the restaurant
Post up with the mob set (Mob set)
Man's tasted the lobster
Ain’t fuck with the quad yet
Man's facin' the mobster
Ain't fuck with the mob yet (Nah)
Man, come with a hand ting
Man’s taking it off set
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young nigga shit
Cartier, Rolex
She lovin' the young nigga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young nigga shit
Cartier, Rolex
She lovin' the young nigga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid
Put your bitch on a program (On a program)
Mouth full of gold like I'm Kodak (Skrrt)
Trap house full of Lohan (Lohan)
Whip that shit up with both hands (Whip)
Got more 'caine than a old man (Get it?)
You broke niggas joke, got no plan (No plan)
Opps sayin' that they lookin' for me (Huh?)
On the southside, where Smoke at? (Southside)
Drop a pack to my youngin' (What)
Tell my young nigga, "Hold that" (Hold that)
I need my cash by the morning
(By the morning)
Got a couple bitches whorin' (They whorin')
Spilled some Henny on my Rollie (Sauce)
I'm doing good, now, they know me
(Now, they know me)
Don't tell me, girl, show me (Show me)
I'm taxin' niggas if they owe me (I'm taxin')
I spend a lot of days OT (OT)
I came back bigger and better (Better)
The Rollie was bigger and better (Better)
My chain was bigger than ever (It's heavy)
Niggas can hate us, whatever (Huh)
Still keep it under my sweater (Huh)
Make it rain on your block like the weather
(Brrr) ahwoolay, hold that
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young nigga shit
Cartier, Rolex
She lovin' the young nigga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young nigga shit
Cartier, Rolex
She lovin' the young nigga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid