[Intro: BRICKBOIRICK]
This is BRICKBOIRICK and you're right there with ATL8a8y, fuck n***a
I love Shops

[Chorus: 10KDunkin]
You know I'm finessin', baby, can't you tell?
Could jugg on my phone, I ain't need the scale
When I get on, I'ma give him hell
Still pray to the Lord when I wake up
I was done bad tryna go get that cake up
N***a tried to cross me and fucked up his ankle
I double parked the whip so I parked at an angle
I'm smoking on exotic now I'm flung like an...

[Verse 1: BRICKBOIRICK]
I got this guap up on me
In a big body, it feel like UG
I'm in a foreign, I'm smoking on weed
I'm sipping on lean, it put me to sleep
She drop to her knees, and watch how she preach
I'm in my own lane so we can't compete
Get guap too easy, I ain't even gotta reach
I flex too hard, yuh, guap too neat
I'm chasing guap seven days a week
My money blue, just like it got beat
You talk what you talk, pray to what you preach
I was done bad, had to go get some guap
N***a be hating, I feel like pop
How about the foreign and watch how they drop
I don't play sports, I feel like a jock
I want bands and he won't talk
Flex with these hundreds, I feel just like Kurt
Blue money, just like a smurf
Watching me get money, know it hurt
I know she a fiend, she got percs in the purse
I want guap, these n***as want beef
I flex with these Benz, I'm in too deep
I'm hopping out the foregin with designer on my feet
My pockets on full, your pockets on e
[Chorus: 10KDunkin]
You know I'm finessin', baby, can't you tell?
Could jugg phone, I ain't need the scale
When I get on, I'ma give him hell
Still pray to the Lord when I wake up
I was down bad tryna go get that cake up
N***a tried to cross me and fucked up his ankle
I double parked the whip so I parked at an angle
I'm smoking on exotic now I'm flung like an angel
You know I'm finessin', baby, can't you tell?
Could jugg on my phone, I ain't need the scale
When I get on, I'ma give him hell
Still pray to the Lord when I wake up
I was down bad tryna go get that cake up
N***a tried to cross me and fucked up his ankle
I double parked the whip so I parked at an angle
I'm smoking on exotic now I'm flung like an angel

[Verse 2: Rvmbokash]
I'm all cooked, it's all a big cut
And I got the bag, beat it, then it beat
And I serve to all white n***a
Can't play face, I'm gonna be banged
So I'm that cross, I'm the weak, I'm that cross
Yeah, he got shot for free
I got way down, beat up the past, we scraped out his life
And I got the cooker to pipe out
Put the coke in the pot like we cooking out rice now
Beat the pat, right
Cause he handle them killers, he think he got strength
You ain't on streets and then you turn
And coke gon' leave, man, it get right
Chugged out
Keep a Glock in my whip so you know we won't back out
?? see your bitch get fucked, then she tapped out
Beat her to block like it's Monday, smack down
Hit her one flip, wanna bust down
Right, in, touch down
[?], you just gettin' that up
And I keep the Glock, and I serve your bitch the crunch
Pack came in in the bunch, oh yuh
[Outro: Rvmbokash, BRICKBOIRICK]
(This is BRICKBOIRICK and you're right there with ATL8a8y
Fuck n***a)
Hey n***as, shout out to [?]
You's ain't on this shit, n***a, shout out to Shops
(I love Shops)
Shout out to 10K, n***a, shout out BRICKY
(Psh, psh-psh-psh, yeah)