"Chop A Brick (Sad Rockstar)" lyrics
Yeah
(LeeBoy on the track)
Yeah, we in this bitch high as hell, you know
Good kush blunts, good-good Raw's, good 'woods
All that shit man
(It's the king)
I turn they ass up
(Trap, trap, trap)
Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin'
Run up on him, .33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen
I been ballin', pull up, pull up in Bugatti engines
All these bitches on my dick, they know that I'm different (Yuh)
Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap, trap, trap)
Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen, huh, yeah
Bitch, I'm the man, you know how I'm livin', huh, yeah
Stackin' all this guap to the fuckin' ceiling (LeeBoy on the track)
Yeah, ayy
Stack my guala, my hand on my chopper, huh, yeah
Want no problems, huh
I came from the bottom, huh, yeah
Whippin' alone in that kitchen
You know that's how young niggas livin', huh, yeah
Run up on me then I kill him
I swear that my hand on my Smith and, huh, yeah
Roll up a doobie, huh
Bitch, she gon' throw me that booty, huh
I get all up in that coochie, huh
She sucking all through my Louis, huh, yeah
That's how it go, woah
I fuck your bitch at my show, huh
That bitch in love with my glow, huh
I told her, "I already know," yeah
Look at my wrist, look at my wrist, I'm gon' whip it, yeah
Jesse White, on my brit', how I flip it, yeah
Fuck your bitch, pop a Xan, I forget it, yeah
All these hoes suck my dick 'cause I'm gifted, yeah (LeeBoy on the track)
Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap)
Run up on him, .33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen
I been ballin', pull up, pull up in Bugatti engines
All these bitches on my dick, they know that I'm different
Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap, trap, trap)
Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen
Bitch, I'm the man, you know how I'm livin', huh, yeah
Stackin' all this guap to the fuckin' ceiling, huh (LeeBoy on the track)
I got them bricks for sell, I got them bricks for sell, yeah, huh
I got yo' bitch for sell, I got yo' bitch for sell, yeah, huh
Young nigga trappin' still
I'm in the kitchen I'm still water whippin', huh
Don't give a fuck about niggas or bitches
I'm too busy flippin' them chickens, huh
Gun on my waist, I put that gun to yo' safe
Hop in my Wraith, huh
Need that cash out yo' safe
Run up on me then I'm shoot and ain't nobody safe, uh-huh
Run up on me then I'm shootin', yeah
I got my hand on my Ruger, yeah
That clip gon' like a ruler, yeah
Versace on me like Medusa, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh
Versace on me like Medusa, uh-huh
My clip be long like a ruler, yeah, huh
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Versace on me like Medusa, uh-huh (LeeBoy on the track)
You run up on me then I shoot ya
(LeeBoy on the track)
(LeeBoy on the track)
Yeah, we in this bitch high as hell, you know
Good kush blunts, good-good Raw's, good 'woods
All that shit man
(It's the king)
I turn they ass up
(Trap, trap, trap)
Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin'
Run up on him, .33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen
I been ballin', pull up, pull up in Bugatti engines
All these bitches on my dick, they know that I'm different (Yuh)
Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap, trap, trap)
Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen, huh, yeah
Bitch, I'm the man, you know how I'm livin', huh, yeah
Stackin' all this guap to the fuckin' ceiling (LeeBoy on the track)
Yeah, ayy
Stack my guala, my hand on my chopper, huh, yeah
Want no problems, huh
I came from the bottom, huh, yeah
Whippin' alone in that kitchen
You know that's how young niggas livin', huh, yeah
Run up on me then I kill him
I swear that my hand on my Smith and, huh, yeah
Roll up a doobie, huh
Bitch, she gon' throw me that booty, huh
I get all up in that coochie, huh
She sucking all through my Louis, huh, yeah
That's how it go, woah
I fuck your bitch at my show, huh
That bitch in love with my glow, huh
I told her, "I already know," yeah
Look at my wrist, look at my wrist, I'm gon' whip it, yeah
Jesse White, on my brit', how I flip it, yeah
Fuck your bitch, pop a Xan, I forget it, yeah
All these hoes suck my dick 'cause I'm gifted, yeah (LeeBoy on the track)
Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap)
Run up on him, .33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen
I been ballin', pull up, pull up in Bugatti engines
All these bitches on my dick, they know that I'm different
Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap, trap, trap)
Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen
Bitch, I'm the man, you know how I'm livin', huh, yeah
Stackin' all this guap to the fuckin' ceiling, huh (LeeBoy on the track)
I got them bricks for sell, I got them bricks for sell, yeah, huh
I got yo' bitch for sell, I got yo' bitch for sell, yeah, huh
Young nigga trappin' still
I'm in the kitchen I'm still water whippin', huh
Don't give a fuck about niggas or bitches
I'm too busy flippin' them chickens, huh
Gun on my waist, I put that gun to yo' safe
Hop in my Wraith, huh
Need that cash out yo' safe
Run up on me then I'm shoot and ain't nobody safe, uh-huh
Run up on me then I'm shootin', yeah
I got my hand on my Ruger, yeah
That clip gon' like a ruler, yeah
Versace on me like Medusa, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh
Versace on me like Medusa, uh-huh
My clip be long like a ruler, yeah, huh
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Versace on me like Medusa, uh-huh (LeeBoy on the track)
You run up on me then I shoot ya
(LeeBoy on the track)
