White Bricks

Mr rogers huh Fuck em up this time around homie Hard on these motherfucking tracks Let's get on em huh Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape Thirty minutes flat I could bake a whole cake Still sitting on the white bricks While they wrapped up in duct tape In the do' panel of the rental car Finna slide the Interstate I'm grinding and I heard that It was a drought And the FED's was on they way to sweep Even if they was Tuesday and Thursday ain't part of my week But dig this here homie I'm only out here trying to get it Every couple of months I'm trying to stack another ticket Quit it then I move around So these niggas don't know my bidness Give my brother K my sister P The work until the finish Plus I got Columbian connects To fuck a nigga price off And they know it's real Fuck with me and they gon fuck your life off Never seen the Federal Pen And I don't plan on getting by one Material witness come I load the talons and I fly one I holla at the Snowman When I feel it need to snow And if it pump we gon jump to the mood And work it then resco' For trappers that's all they know And we gon shine it when the time is right Duck off in the day and move at night Cause you know we still Still sitting on white bricks, in the hood I ain't no motherfucking fool I wish these bitch niggas would Got birds strapped under the Hood of my low-low Middle finger pointed up for the po-po Got that pistol grip pump in my lap Riding out on the solo Got a call for three 9's But I don't sell no pistols I'm in distribution for selling soft sacks With them crystals Cocainia hit em like missles When they snort that first line or two Take over the whole neighborhood Is what I'm trying to do So I don't do no cutting When it comes to this work When trouble come the pump'll start barking But it won't chirp But I been waiting for one of you niggas To get out of line I'mma start hitting niggas Up in the line one at a time With that HGC like Lil' Boss up in his G Nike's Under the street lights Trying to get rid of the Rest of this whizzite All it take is one whistle And the homies is coming I strapped all them niggas up So when they get hit ain't Cutting cause I been