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starlito – brick music lyrics

[chorus: starlito]
everybody ’round me tryna get to it
this that go and get a brick music
duct tape an extra clip to it
making hits and we takin’ hits too
everybody ’round me tryna get to it
this that go and get a brick music
duct tape an extra clip to it
making hits and we takin’ hits too
everybody ’round me tryna get to it
this that go and get a brick music
duct tape an extra clip to it
making hits and we takin’ hits too
everybody ’round me tryna get to it
this that go and get a brick music
duct tape an extra clip to it
making hits and we takin’ hits too

[verse 1: trapperman dale]
’bout to double up and bubble up
she ain’t f-ckin’, we’ll wish her luck
a quarter bird in a dually truck
you ain’t never had to scoop it up
a n-gg- lost it all, had to pick it up
a hundred round with a coolant touch
a n-gg- hit it, it’s a touch and bust
i told them n-gg-s not to shop with us
serve out the peephole, the g code
dip from the narcs when i see ’em
i still hang with block and lil duna
we still run through doors with them bands and them heaters
i might catch a play off a beeper
i might cut your head when i see you
i just hit the play from his last
he won’t see this lil cat ’til i pull up and meet him
simmer down, heard the pack in
mossbird blow your back in
if it’s me or you, then it’s that then
sideways with a mac-10
scr-pe the pot, get some blisters
they seem shady to me, i’ll stretch ’em
tryna get to it, watch me stretch it
got some overs and got back to gettin’ it

[verse 2: mob squad nard]
i’m this b-tch with trapperman dale, got a half a man player
don’t tell, i’m in the trap tryna unpack a d-mn bale
tell me what the f-ck i’m gon’ do with a half a gram scale
d-mn player, kick the door and catch a pack of clam sh-lls, yeah
quarter boy, i’m really swamp ready
n-gg- selling flaca, got the boss ready
dirty chopper in the bald chevy
got the work sittin’ on the cart, yeah we got a lot
yeah we got the soft and rocks, h-ll yeah we countin’ guap
yeah i’m really in, i ain’t never popped off a cop
h-ll yeah i got the glock
got your baby mama p-ssy and top
don’t stop, catch it catch it every drop
i was on jigga, sw-ngin’ in the trop
with a six-twelve, bang a n-gg- block
thank maco for payin’ to flip a tall
just watch now, sosa with a mop
me and cashville skinny catch a pop
hustle on, straight finesse a n-gg-‘s block, hits back

- starlito lyrics

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