Bearded felon, pea coat wearing, I know you feel it
Ugh
Smoking jacks till lungs burn, you know the feelin
Ugh
Just a nigga
Flows colder than mid November
Down on my luck, but don't give a f*ck
I got no surrender
Do you remember
Those 3 cold nights
In McDonald's making beats under neon lights
Swear to God we had some hits
Bricks sell for a price
Mixed the rhythms with GXLD
To live a helluva life
Ugh
God forgive him
All of his bad decisions
Dropped outta school but shit he could've been in prison
Cooking crack in studios instead of in the kitchen
Contemplated suicide but knew his family'd miss him
Aw shit
This nigga whipping bout a hundred bricks
Hundred chicks coming to the crib searching for the dick
I coulda been a lawyer but I rather stack a brick, on a brick
Whip it up and watch me build it into this
Aw shit
This nigga whipping bout a hundred bricks
Hundred chicks coming to the crib searching for the dick
Look at this
Stop playing watch me turn this in a brick
I tried to keep a secret but word travels quick
Never doubt a nigga that's iconic
(I know)
Black boy whipping white, that's ironic
(Ok)
Don't worry bout me mama, cuz I got it
Put it on the stove then I turned into profit
Is it real
Pussy popping like a pill
What's the deal
We the illest out
Where tf a deal
Stack a mil
Make it stack until my mama has no bills
Get for real
In the stu like I was working in the fields
Niggas still
Not
This hot
Mother f*ck a cop
Watch em drop
F*ck the ops
Got a kilo in my socks
I bet Peter Piper picked a peck of peppers on my block
Niggas gathered round in circles, rob that nigga on the spot
Ahh
I like loud pipes
Big rims, mo' ice
V-twelves or better
No itch strictly
Said I'll be gone till November then November came
We the same
Niggas getting bitches thick as peanut butter, Peter Pan
Easy mane
Niggas hit a lick and flip the weight like they was Gucci Mane
Kill em man, f*ck it
Bang bang
Aw shit
This nigga whipping bout a hundred bricks
Hundred chicks coming to the crib searching for the dick
Look at this
Stop playing watch me turn this in a brick
I tried to keep a secret but word travels quick
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Bearded felon, pea coat wearing, I know you feel it
Ugh
Smoking jacks till lungs burn, you know the feelin
Ugh
Just a nigga
Flows colder than mid November
Down on my luck, but don't give a f*ck
I got no surrender
Do you remember
Those 3 cold nights
In McDonald's making beats under neon lights
Swear to God we had some hits
Bricks sell for a price
Mixed the rhythms with GXLD
To live a helluva life
Ugh
God forgive him
All of his bad decisions
Dropped outta school but shit he could've been in prison
Cooking crack in studios instead of in the kitchen
Contemplated suicide but knew his family'd miss him
Aw shit
This nigga whipping bout a hundred bricks
Hundred chicks coming to the crib searching for the dick
I coulda been a lawyer but I rather stack a brick, on a brick
Whip it up and watch me build it into this
Aw shit
This nigga whipping bout a hundred bricks
Hundred chicks coming to the crib searching for the dick
Look at this
Stop playing watch me turn this in a brick
I tried to keep a secret but word travels quick
Never doubt a nigga that's iconic
(I know)
Black boy whipping white, that's ironic
(Ok)
Don't worry bout me mama, cuz I got it
Put it on the stove then I turned into profit
Is it real
Pussy popping like a pill
What's the deal
We the illest out
Where tf a deal
Stack a mil
Make it stack until my mama has no bills
Get for real
In the stu like I was working in the fields
Niggas still
Not
This hot
Mother f*ck a cop
Watch em drop
F*ck the ops
Got a kilo in my socks
I bet Peter Piper picked a peck of peppers on my block
Niggas gathered round in circles, rob that nigga on the spot
Ahh
I like loud pipes
Big rims, mo' ice
V-twelves or better
No itch strictly
Said I'll be gone till November then November came
We the same
Niggas getting bitches thick as peanut butter, Peter Pan
Easy mane
Niggas hit a lick and flip the weight like they was Gucci Mane
Kill em man, f*ck it
Bang bang
Aw shit
This nigga whipping bout a hundred bricks
Hundred chicks coming to the crib searching for the dick
Look at this
Stop playing watch me turn this in a brick
I tried to keep a secret but word travels quick
Ugh
Smoking jacks till lungs burn, you know the feelin
Ugh
Just a nigga
Flows colder than mid November
Down on my luck, but don't give a f*ck
I got no surrender
Do you remember
Those 3 cold nights
In McDonald's making beats under neon lights
Swear to God we had some hits
Bricks sell for a price
Mixed the rhythms with GXLD
To live a helluva life
Ugh
God forgive him
All of his bad decisions
Dropped outta school but shit he could've been in prison
Cooking crack in studios instead of in the kitchen
Contemplated suicide but knew his family'd miss him
Aw shit
This nigga whipping bout a hundred bricks
Hundred chicks coming to the crib searching for the dick
I coulda been a lawyer but I rather stack a brick, on a brick
Whip it up and watch me build it into this
Aw shit
This nigga whipping bout a hundred bricks
Hundred chicks coming to the crib searching for the dick
Look at this
Stop playing watch me turn this in a brick
I tried to keep a secret but word travels quick
Never doubt a nigga that's iconic
(I know)
Black boy whipping white, that's ironic
(Ok)
Don't worry bout me mama, cuz I got it
Put it on the stove then I turned into profit
Is it real
Pussy popping like a pill
What's the deal
We the illest out
Where tf a deal
Stack a mil
Make it stack until my mama has no bills
Get for real
In the stu like I was working in the fields
Niggas still
Not
This hot
Mother f*ck a cop
Watch em drop
F*ck the ops
Got a kilo in my socks
I bet Peter Piper picked a peck of peppers on my block
Niggas gathered round in circles, rob that nigga on the spot
Ahh
I like loud pipes
Big rims, mo' ice
V-twelves or better
No itch strictly
Said I'll be gone till November then November came
We the same
Niggas getting bitches thick as peanut butter, Peter Pan
Easy mane
Niggas hit a lick and flip the weight like they was Gucci Mane
Kill em man, f*ck it
Bang bang
Aw shit
This nigga whipping bout a hundred bricks
Hundred chicks coming to the crib searching for the dick
Look at this
Stop playing watch me turn this in a brick
I tried to keep a secret but word travels quick
Writer: Randy P
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