[Intro: Peezy]
Yeah
Dope feend babies, n***a
You already know how we coming
Uh
Yeah
Eh

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Woke up quick, at about noon
Gotta sell this last half, before my son get out of school
Grab the chain off the dresser, grab my stack and my tool
Put some dog in the presser, turn one brick into two
[?] on the way, I had them sold before I bought the bands
Got some new cut, for the dog, it look like coffe [?]
All these n***as that you think hard, they really soft to me
Spent eleven hundred for the shirt before I bought the jeans
Just paid eight thousand for a section down in Club [?]
Was on section eight, in the hood sleeping on [?]
Ran out of wokkie this morning, fuck it, pour the red
Watch out for that [?] down the street, I think it's the feds
Two thousand on [?] for the bubble coat
Now a days you really can't tell, I used to struggle though
If I don't bubble in this rap game, then Imma bubble coke
I don't mean I'm dancing, when I say I get my hustle on
Bitch

[Chorus: Peezy]Grab that pyrex jar, and drop an ounce in it
Imma take it back if it don't bounce, n***a
Chain was thirty thousand, that's a house, n***a
Baby draco sitting on the couch, n***a
Grab that pyrex jar, and drop a duce in it
Imma take it back if it don't move, n***a
Teach you how to cook a brick like we in school, n***a
Bring me the bag, I know what to do with it

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Grab a twenty ounce, and drop a duse in it
Grab a can pop, drop an ounce in it
This draco got some kick, so I bounce with it
Then fuck around and cuss my grannie out, my main pot missing
Just got my socks [?] my main thot did it
Just jumped out at the light, I seen an opp slipping
This n***a just hopped out [?] man, my opp tripping
Tell me [?] blessings come, but I'm not religious
Ninety grams at a time, we use the microwave
If I told you what we cook [?] fight in a cage
Dropped an eight and drunk an eight raw, I might die today
Send you a fake brick, hop in the scat pack and then fly away
Supercharger on that fucker, case they try to chase me
I sold another real brick, but it was [?]
Hit him up close, point blank, like [?]
Stick buldging out my shit, it look like a [?]
[Chorus: Peezy]Grab that pyrex jar, and drop an ounce in it
Imma take it back if it don't bounce, n***a
Chain was thirty thousand, that's a house, n***a
Baby draco sitting on the couch, n***a
Grab that pyrex jar, and drop a duce in it
Imma take it back if it don't move, n***a
Teach you how to cook a brick like we in school, n***a
Bring me the bag, I know what to do with it