"Bricks" lyrics
600 Breezy & DJ Holiday Lyrics
I don't know 'bout you but this shit feel monumental right here
It's that trap shit y'all need to love, huh?
Six hunnid, what we doin'?
Long Live Blue, OTP, talk that shit, baby
How you think stupid guap, stupid guap?
Baby, give me stupid talk
We got them bows, bitch, you should shop
I'm ridin' with my tool a lot
Hands under her halter top
Got more beans than a coffee shop
Slammin' niggas like The Rock
My lil' boy rockin' Gucci socks
Codeine in my soda pop
I'm trappin', bae, don't wanna stop
Bad bitch with me in the drop
We slidin', J a liquor shot
More hoes than a parking lot
We drinkin' lean, don't want no scotch
Slushy, I don't smoke no punch
That tough shit, it'll get you popped
Motion boys, slidin' in them foreigns
We got all the toys
Hundred thousand unemployed
I'm slappin', makin' hella noise
Codeine in my Styrofoam
I'm trappin', bae, I'm not at home
Tweakin', we gon' do you wrong
I'm walkin' with my ratchet on
We don't know who fapped your mans
I'm standin' over pots and pans
Hot, but we got lots of fans
I don't like rap, but I got fans
I got thirty thousand in my pants
Packed her down, I do my dance
Got these lil' hoes in the trance
I'm ballin' just like Larry Nance, huh
Ballin' bitch, really ballin' bitch
Hit it, nigga
Uh, had to hit my cut real quick there
Ayy, I say
Bitches rub me like a genie
Lil' white ho call me a meanie
Diamonds blingy, lil' bitch on me clingy
Got more paper than chingy
Walkin' 'round with all these VVs
Bitches gotta pay to see me
Go to Paris, show a bitch my weave
We feed that ho linguine
Right back on that other shit
The pot hot, need a oven mitt
Bitch, Google my government
Good paperwork, I never snitch
I'm fifty knife, I never switch
Don't spill my cup, I bust yo' shit
Soaks drippin' like open pit
Got twenty K on book, my wrist
Thick bitch with me in the Porsche
I ate her pussy, yes I did
Fuck her 'til her voice get hoarse
Got magazines, ain't talkin' to her
Got mo' Gs than a Gucci store
I got them racks, bitch, you shouldn't know
Fifteen K off ten or four
I fuck with Ben and Ola Joe
Nigga, don't get Peter Rowe
My pockets fat from knots and rows
Baby girl, I rock and roll
We maidens, me and we got them poles
Six hundred to be exact
Don't fuck with niggas, that's a fact
I don't give a fuck who rappin'
You say my name, you gettin' wet
Joint gave me a heart attack
That last shit do drop super wet
Look fucked up, you need a pack
This kid owe me a hunnid racks
Nigga, this kid owe me a hunnid racks
Nigga, you nigga broke as a bitch
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, new Guwop, nigga
Big Brito, huh?
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh
This ain't no Gucci and Zaytoven, nigga
This is Breezo and Kel, nigga
Better act like you know, nigga, huh?
It's that trap shit y'all need to love, huh?
Six hunnid, what we doin'?
Long Live Blue, OTP, talk that shit, baby
How you think stupid guap, stupid guap?
Baby, give me stupid talk
We got them bows, bitch, you should shop
I'm ridin' with my tool a lot
Hands under her halter top
Got more beans than a coffee shop
Slammin' niggas like The Rock
My lil' boy rockin' Gucci socks
Codeine in my soda pop
I'm trappin', bae, don't wanna stop
Bad bitch with me in the drop
We slidin', J a liquor shot
More hoes than a parking lot
We drinkin' lean, don't want no scotch
Slushy, I don't smoke no punch
That tough shit, it'll get you popped
Motion boys, slidin' in them foreigns
We got all the toys
Hundred thousand unemployed
I'm slappin', makin' hella noise
Codeine in my Styrofoam
I'm trappin', bae, I'm not at home
Tweakin', we gon' do you wrong
I'm walkin' with my ratchet on
We don't know who fapped your mans
I'm standin' over pots and pans
Hot, but we got lots of fans
I don't like rap, but I got fans
I got thirty thousand in my pants
Packed her down, I do my dance
Got these lil' hoes in the trance
I'm ballin' just like Larry Nance, huh
Ballin' bitch, really ballin' bitch
Hit it, nigga
Uh, had to hit my cut real quick there
Ayy, I say
Bitches rub me like a genie
Lil' white ho call me a meanie
Diamonds blingy, lil' bitch on me clingy
Got more paper than chingy
Walkin' 'round with all these VVs
Bitches gotta pay to see me
Go to Paris, show a bitch my weave
We feed that ho linguine
Right back on that other shit
The pot hot, need a oven mitt
Bitch, Google my government
Good paperwork, I never snitch
I'm fifty knife, I never switch
Don't spill my cup, I bust yo' shit
Soaks drippin' like open pit
Got twenty K on book, my wrist
Thick bitch with me in the Porsche
I ate her pussy, yes I did
Fuck her 'til her voice get hoarse
Got magazines, ain't talkin' to her
Got mo' Gs than a Gucci store
I got them racks, bitch, you shouldn't know
Fifteen K off ten or four
I fuck with Ben and Ola Joe
Nigga, don't get Peter Rowe
My pockets fat from knots and rows
Baby girl, I rock and roll
We maidens, me and we got them poles
Six hundred to be exact
Don't fuck with niggas, that's a fact
I don't give a fuck who rappin'
You say my name, you gettin' wet
Joint gave me a heart attack
That last shit do drop super wet
Look fucked up, you need a pack
This kid owe me a hunnid racks
Nigga, this kid owe me a hunnid racks
Nigga, you nigga broke as a bitch
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, new Guwop, nigga
Big Brito, huh?
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh
This ain't no Gucci and Zaytoven, nigga
This is Breezo and Kel, nigga
Better act like you know, nigga, huh?
