soulja boy tell 'em - bricks [2018] lyrics
[chorus]
walked out the strip, got that thang on my hip
p-ssy n-gga better not play with gang, do not slip
yeah, hop up on that yacht and i go take a trip
came back with them pounds, came back with them bricks
came back with them bricks
came back with them bricks
[verse: trill sammy & soulja boy]
young drako n-gga i play with the pans
poppin’ the seals and mixin’ the xans
stacks on deck money gang, we in demand
go ask your b-tch, she know i’m the man
go cop a zip, yeah that’s soon as i land
pour up a six, double cup in my hand
hit your b-tch from the back just to get up the count
bankroll on me way bigger
two b-tches with me but i’m in the middle
my type of b-tch she like backwoods, not swishers
hop out a range and keep range from you n-ggas (skrrt)
posted with a whole lot of money, young n-gga up to somethin’
model lil b-tch, i’m in out in london
then i go pick up 15, throw it all at onyx
run up them bands, where my cake?
she wanna f-ck but i made the b-tch wait
tried to send him a p, but it’s really all shake
ran up 50s to 100s, i throw ’em the safes
cartier wrist with the ice
might catch a flight but i can’t stay the night
shawty my type so i might change her life
[?] like he juice
vvs on every tooth
she wanna f-ck but her p-ssy too loose
i rather go count some blue
[chorus]
walked out the strip, got that thang on my hip
p-ssy n-gga better not play with gang, do not slip
yeah, hop up on that yacht and i go take a trip
came back with them pounds, came back with them bricks
came back with them bricks
came back with them bricks
[verse 2: soulja boy & trill sammy]
jumped out the coupe, then i walked inside the trap (aye)
posted with my n-ggas, i got automatic straps (uh)
you know that the gang put sh-t on the map
f-ck with gang, n-gga you know you gettin’ clapped
you not my homie, n-gga you don’t get dapped
ridin’ round town with that strap in my lap
serving hi-tech, lean, act’
juugin, finessin, when i hop on the track
i got your b-tch, come get your b-tch back
run up on gang, the bullets gon spray yo -ss flat
yeah, back of the maybach
shawty wanna f-ck me then say that
send a couple shots at your du-rag
[?] cause they filled up with blue racks
[chorus]
walked out the strip, got that thang on my hip
p-ssy n-gga better not play with gang, do not slip
yeah, hop up on that yacht and i go take a trip
came back with them pounds, came back with them bricks
came back with them bricks
came back with them bricks
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