gucci mane & young thug - bricks lyrics
[chorus: young thug]
got a hundred bands in the back of the pickup
(show me a hundred bands right now n-gga)
let’s ride bro, just in case he show up
(let’s ride, that n-gga might ball somethin’)
can’t trick me, n-gga, got to show us
(show me that weed, show me that weed)
now i tricked you, n-gga, this a stickup
(turn around your p-ssy -ss, get ’em!)
got bands like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
like a project
like a project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got more bricks than a f-cking project
more bricks, more bricks than a project
[verse 1: young thug]
b r i c k s, we got those for sale
retail, i ain’t sending no pictures, no details
gon’ get it, get it gone
just ’cause i’m home alone don’t mean i ain’t got chrome
i bang your dame, e.t. phone home
some of these bricks are white
some of these bricks are tan
sixty percent are owned
hundred percent get gone
that’s why i gotta keep chrome
no ion wanna go home
man i wish i had me a clone
d-mn, d-mn, even though i’m on
the b-tch can’t find her motherf-cking home (brrrat)
bottles, no babies… baby bottle and baby…
lean, lean, lean, got me feeling like i’m motherf-cking pregnant
i love you baby
but i love my bros the most
twenty-five hundred, motherf-ck 12
yeah dk out on bail, kick it
[chorus: young thug]
got a hundred bands in the back of the pickup
(show me a hundred bands right now n-gga)
let’s ride bro, just in case he show up
(let’s ride, that n-gga might ball somethin’)
can’t trick me, n-gga, got to show us
(show me that weed, show me that weed)
now i tricked you, n-gga, this a stickup
(turn around your p-ssy -ss, get ’em!)
got bands like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
like a project
like a project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got more bricks than a f-cking project
more bricks, more bricks than a project
[verse 2: gucci mane]
in a duplex house
if i knew back then what i knew right now
i wouldn’t never moved out
can’t take no loss, i don’t never lose out
used to hide my straps at another dude’s house
used to take my food out another n-gga mouth
when you showed me the guap then the trigger come out
when you showed me the pot then the n-gga come out
heard yesterday that ten n-ggas got got
heard last night that ten n-ggas got shot
in a bando, yeah, that’s a boarded up house
commando, got a pistol on me now
i’m rambo, got a chopper gun you down
el loco, jesus, alejandro
get ya head knocked off just like chapo
guwop will knock the meat out your taco
robin cargos hold all this cargo
too many bricks sold, so might need a barcode
plug coming in from trinidad, tobago
trap in a chokehold, dope by the boatload
f-ck a show, i’ma go gold with the dope bowl
you a bad b-tch let me tell you what you don’t know
let a rich n-gga put it down in your, ooh, ooh
got my d-ck in her mouth and a thumb in her -ssh0l-
and the trap got bread, like f-ck with a don, ho!
[chorus: young thug]
got a hundred bands in the back of the pickup
(show me a hundred bands right now n-gga)
let’s ride bro, just in case he show up
(let’s ride, that n-gga might ball somethin’)
can’t trick me, n-gga, got to show us
(show me that weed, show me that weed)
now i tricked you, n-gga, this a stickup
(turn around your p-ssy -ss, get ’em!)
got bands like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
like a project
like a project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got more bricks than a f-cking project
more bricks, more bricks than a project
[verse 3: young thug]
verse 2, boo, boo
my sh-t smell…
mu’f-cking poo
is that what you’re smoking on thug? tru
2 chainz motherf-cking vinoice
guwop got eighty chains, i got ten of ’em
i’m on miley cyrus, i hear noises
am i best dressed? n-gga, yeah yeah
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-ckin’ yeah yeah
got bands every motherf-cking pocket
do they look like wallets? n-gga yeah yeah
shoot two-thousand, bet three-thousand
dk better motherf-cking watch it
dk got the f-cking pocket rocket
dk not gon’ hesitate to pop it
promethazine got me slowed up (slowed up)
pour’d up your b-tch want to cut my crew, lawnmower
your b-tch want to cut my what? she want to mow us
and that p-ssy wet like a latex and lotion
[chorus: young thug]
got a hundred bands in the back of the pickup
(show me a hundred bands right now n-gga)
let’s ride bro, just in case he show up
(let’s ride, that n-gga might ball somethin’)
can’t trick me, n-gga, got to show us
(show me that weed, show me that weed)
now i tricked you, n-gga, this a stickup
(turn around your p-ssy -ss, get ’em!)
got bands like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
like a project
like a project
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got more bricks than a f-cking project
more bricks, more bricks than a project
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