Yung Ralph - Bricks FAKE lyrics

[Intro-Yo Gotti] It's ya boy yo gotti Chea Gucci mane the flare My n***a Ralph in here Zaytoven on the beat n***a And its a street n***a holiday My n***a D.J Holiday Chea [Chorus-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 Wanna bad b**h? Gotta have bricks Yea that make sense Yea 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 puttin' v.v.s j**els in the coke My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20 And after this flip I'm quittin' the trap cold turkey, Sike! The pack in and I'm workin' Drought season in, charged ya 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 runna' I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper I'ts [Chorus-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 Wanna bad b**h? Gotta have bricks Yea that make sense Yea I make hits But I still take bricks [Verse 2-Young Ralph] I'm like a waitress in the trap I got somethin' 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 Ya better a check, When ya come in my department Yes I break em' down And I sell em' whole, Try me watch ya whole crew fall like some dominoes I got a trap house And a trap car 100,00 off a cap, That's a trap star All this smoke got me feelin' real nauseous Ridin' with them bricks got me feelin' real cautious [Chorus-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 Wanna bad b**h? Gotta have bricks Yea that make sense Yea I make hits But I still take bricks [Verse 3-Yo Gotti] Tony Montana, All I have in this world Is my 100 round chopper and my white girl Oil base bricks, sh** hard to cook Call the plug back, Tell him he got took Know what that mean? The sh** free That mean none for him, And more for me I took somethin', I'm gutta b**h Don't trust me dog, This that North Memphis sh** Old school, New Porsche Couple choppas just in case they wanna go to war bricks A.k.a 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 [Chorus-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 Wanna bad b**h? Gotta have bricks Yea that make sense Yea I make hits But I still take bricks