[Intro - Yo Gotti]
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My n***a Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, n***a
And it's a street-n***a holiday
My n***a D.J Holiday, gyeah!
[Hook - Gucci Mane]
Bricks!
All-white bricks
Off-white bricks
Light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks
Balling like a b**h with all these bricks
Bricks!
36 zips
That's a whole chick
Want a bad b**h? Gotta have bricks
Yeah that makes sense
Yeah, I make hits
But I still take bricks
[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane]
So Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow
They think I'm putting VVS j**els in the coke
My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20
And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey...psych!
The pack in and I'm working
Drought season in, charged your a** a whole 30
But right now you can get it for a low number
The fish scale white: same color my Hummer
Zone-6 polar bears never see Summer
It's Winter all year cause the birds fly under
95 Air Max cause I'm a dope runner
I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Ralph]
I'm like a waitress in the trap: I've got something to serve
That's 16 bars, same price for a bird
What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?
I'm on Cleveland Ave...you know my side of town
So many bricks I can build my own apartment
You better check when you come in my department
Yes I break em down and I sell em whole
Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes
I got a trap house and a trap car
100,000 off a cap: that's a trapstar
All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous
Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Tony Montana: "All I have in this world"
Is my 100-round chopper and my white girl
Oil-based bricks, sh** hard to cook
Call the plug back, tell him he got took
Know what that mean, the sh** free
That means none for him and more for me
I took something, I'm gutter b**h
Don't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis sh**
Old-school new Porsche
Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war
Bricks, aka my best friend
28 inch rims: call em "grown men"
Dope stepped on, call it "step-child
I got that Slim Shady, we call it "8 Mile"
I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
Gotti Street and n***a, that's my brick house