Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - Bricks lyrics

rate me

It's ya boy yo gotti

Chea

Gucci mane the flare

My nigga Ralph in here

Zaytoven on the beat nigga

And it's a street nigga holiday

My Nigga D.J Holiday

Chea

Bricks

All white bricks

Off white bricks

Light tan bricks

Just hit a lick, For 50 more bricks

Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks

36 zips

That's a whole chick

Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks

Yea that make sense

Yea I make hits

But I still take bricks

So icy c.e.o, I'm a fool with the snow

They think I'm puttin' v.v.s jewels in the coke

My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20

And after this flip I'm quittin' the trap cold turkey, Sike!

The pack in and I'm workin'

Drought season in, charged ya ass a whole 30

But right now you can get it for a low number

The fish scale white, Same color my hummer

Zone 6 polar bears never see summer

It's winter all year cause the birds fly under

95' Air Max cause I'm a dope runna'

I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper I'ts

Bricks

All white bricks

Off white bricks

Light tan bricks

Just hit a lick

For 50 more bricks

Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks

36 zips

That's a whole chick

Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks

Yea that make sense

Yea I make hits

But I still take bricks

I'm like a waitress in the trap I got somethin' to serve

That's 16 bars, Same price for a bird

What you need a bird?

Or A Couple Pounds?

I'm on Cleveland Ave, You know my side of town

So many bricks I can build my own apartment

Ya better a check, When ya come in my department

Yes I break em' down

And I sell em' whole, Try me watch ya whole crew fall like some dominoes

I got a trap house

And a trap car

100, 00 off a cap, That's a trap star

All this smoke got me feelin' real nauseous

Ridin' with them bricks got me feelin' real cautious

Bricks

All white bricks

Off white bricks

Light tan bricks

Just hit a lick

For 50 more bricks

Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks

36 zips

That's a whole chick

Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks

Yea that make sense

Yea I make hits

But I still take bricks

Tony Montana, All I have in this world

Is my 100 round chopper and my white girl

Oil base bricks, Shit hard to cook

Call the plug back, Tell him he got took

Know what that mean? The shit free

That mean none for him, And more for me

I took somethin', I'm gutta bitch

Don't trust me dog, This that North Memphis shit

Old school, New Porsche

Couple choppas just in case they wanna go to war bricks

A.k.a my best friend

28 inch rims call em' grown men

Dope stepped on, Call it step child

I got that Slim Shady, We call it 8 Mile

I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown

Gotti Street, And nigga that's my brick house

Bricks

All white bricks

Off white bricks

Light tan bricks

Just hit a lick

For 50 more bricks

Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks

36 zips

That's a whole chick

Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks

Yea that make sense

Yea I make hits

But I still take bricks

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