[Hook]
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as
[Verse 1]
Waka Flocka and Rick Ross, boy, we so trill
DJ Khaled, motherf**er, I'm so hood
Me and Ace Hood trapping, selling good
Robbery thoughts, man, I wish a n***a would
Me and Trick Daddy riding, swerving in a donk
Blowing loud, kush stinking like a f**ing skunk
Me and Papa Duck parking lot flexing
Rolling off them beans, boy, we high like George Jetson
Need a bad b**h, so I paged Trina
A hoe with a** like Jacki-O, tell me, have you seen her?
I got money, I got cash
f** with Plies, n***a, that's your a**
Brick Squad clique, we about that cash
f** with Gucci Mane, that's your a**
[Hook]
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as
[Verse 2]
What's up, Murda Mook? What's up, Uncle Murda?
What's up, Maino? Ain't no place I can't go
G-Unit indo, yes, I'm blowing 50 packs
Lloyd Banks and Yayo, y'all know y'all my kin folk
Catch me in BX, f**ing with Terror Squad
Or better yet, in Harlem World f**ing with Dipset
You don't want your clique wet, so please, no disrespect
All I know is grip the Tec, so please, no disrespect
Q-U-E-E-N-S, North Jamaica, Queens, back down to Baisley Projects
Or Westside Merrick, f**ing with the Towers
Red rain drops on you motherf**ing cowards
Family so f**ing real, yes, I'm down to f**ing k**
I'm about the dollar bill, trying to see a hundred mill
[Hook]
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as