I gotta Glock nigga
It's on my waist
It's on my waist
Try to play me Nigga I'll shoot you in ya face yea
Blllaaooww
I'm on my grind Nigga
Whoow
I'm stackin cake
Stackin
I'm from New York Niggas gotta keep a K yea
Whoow
I'll gun you down nigga ima do the Race
Bow Bow
Came from the ground Niggas
Drippin all this pain yea
I need it now nigga
I can't not wait
I cannot wait
Came from the mud nigga i need all my paper
I need it
Man I got my cake up
I got it
I got my weight up
I got it
Stacked all this paper
I stacked it
F*ck all these haters
Man f*ck em
They showin fake love
Man f*ck em
F*ck all that fake love
Man f*ck that
Ion need no fake love
Whoow
I need my paper
I need it
I'm from New York Nigga you know we keep the blickys
I keep a blicky
I got a drum nigga you know it whole a 50
Blllaaooww
Straight from the slums nigga i gotta keep a blicky
I got it
I'm on the run nigga I gotta flea the city
Ima hold it down f*ck that foldin shit I put the team on my back
Straight from the ground that's that muddy shit
Hell yea I'm sipping on act
I need it now I want money bitch
Spend it I get it right back
I'm movin pounds this ain't bobby bitch
Free that nigga no kap
Straight on the ground nigga
Whoow
I'll lay you down nigga
Down
Don't make a sound nigga
Whoow
You gone get found nigga
I'm pushin pounds nigga
That's right
I got it now nigga
I got it
Come see me now nigga
I'll put you down nigga
Whoow
Brickz