Bricked

Pipe down lil' nigga, you are not that guy, you a bitch Me and your hoe, we not wasting no time She gon' come to my crib, she gon' sit on my dick Collecting checks, I am rich Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing rick They tryna to stop me for flicks I'm gon' cover my meat cuz my shit stay on brick DigBar, dick hard, what a rhyme scheme I just took down a torta, she 5'3 I don't smoke dope, keep that shit out my sight please I really think that shit frying y'all, high key High key, I got my bag up You not my mother or brother, so back up I'm on that shit, so you gon' need some backup Make em surrendеr, they throwin their flags up You can shake ass to this song, make it bounce Mom used to say we got food at the house Now I got my mom a new crib, a new house How many bands in my bank? I lost count How many songs did I make and toss out? How many friends did I make that fall out? How many years did it take to ball out? I give her bread for the day she call out On God, spend a day with me Most of these niggas can't play with me I always keep 20k with me Chains on my bitch, we be role-playing slavery Rosh on the beat, man, you know this a bop My bank and my wife are my only two opps If she in my whip, just know I'm gettin top Rosh on the beat, so you know this a bop (this a bop) Pipe down lil' nigga, you are not that guy, you a bitch Me and your hoe, we not wasting no time She gon' come to my crib, she gon' sit on my dick Collecting checks, I am rich Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing rick (hell nah) They tryna to stop me for flicks I'm gon' cover my meat cuz my shit stay on brick I'm bricked up, I'm bricked up, I'm bricked like a wall That ain't my gun, baby, that's dick and balls A gun is way bigger, don't lie to me like that But it's still big enough to her say "my back" (Ahhh, my back!) Beat, beat, beat up her back, she get back beat My nigga lockin shit down like he Pat Pete Only AC I adjust is them ass cheeks She got me saved in her phone under fat meat Saved in her phone under big bone We finna see 'bout that shit when I get home (yes, yes) Pipe down lil' nigga, you are not that guy, you a bitch Me and your hoe, we not wasting no time She gon' come to my crib, she gon' sit on my dick (sit on my dick) Collecting checks, I am rich Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing rick (I'm not wearing rick) They tryna to stop me for flicks I'm gon' cover my meat cuz my shit stay on brick (bricked)