Trae Tha Truth, Lil Boss - White Bricks lyrics

Mr rogers huh
Fuck em up this time around homie
Hard on these motherfucking tracks
Let's get on em huh

Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape
Thirty minutes flat
I could bake a whole cake

Still sitting on the white bricks
While they wrapped up in duct tape
In the do' panel of the rental car
Finna slide the Interstate
I'm grinding and I heard that
It was a drought
And the FED's was on they way to sweep
Even if they was
Tuesday and Thursday ain't part of my week
But dig this here homie
I'm only out here trying to get it
Every couple of months
I'm trying to stack another ticket
Quit it then I move around
So these niggas don't know my bidness
Give my brother K my sister P
The work until the finish
Plus I got Columbian connects
To fuck a nigga price off
And they know it's real
Fuck with me and they gon fuck your life off
Never seen the Federal Pen
And I don't plan on getting by one
Material witness come
I load the talons and I fly one
I holla at the Snowman
When I feel it need to snow
And if it pump we gon jump to the mood
And work it then resco'
For trappers that's all they know
And we gon shine it when the time is right
Duck off in the day and move at night
Cause you know we still

Still sitting on white bricks, in the hood
I ain't no motherfucking fool
I wish these bitch niggas would
Got birds strapped under the
Hood of my low-low
Middle finger pointed up for the po-po
Got that pistol grip pump in my lap
Riding out on the solo
Got a call for three 9's
But I don't sell no pistols
I'm in distribution for selling soft sacks
With them crystals
Cocainia hit em like missles
When they snort that first line or two
Take over the whole neighborhood
Is what I'm trying to do
So I don't do no cutting
When it comes to this work
When trouble come the pump'll start barking
But it won't chirp
But I been waiting for one of you niggas
To get out of line
I'mma start hitting niggas
Up in the line one at a time
With that HGC like
Lil' Boss up in his G Nike's
Under the street lights
Trying to get rid of the
Rest of this whizzite
All it take is one whistle
And the homies is coming
I strapped all them niggas up
So when they get hit ain't
Cutting cause I been