Supply And Demand - Bricks lyrics

[Intro: Str8 Kash] We don't need this rap sh**, we give this away for free Mister ten bricks and a Beamer Mister eighteen karat cavaties Shout-out my n***a DJ Winn VVR, TMI Gang Been down since before this music sh** Really sold the most, really whipped that sh** up I swear to God, every track I hear be the truth [Hook: Stitches] I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! [Verse 1: Stitches] I flip bricks so I'm ballin', I hit licks as a hobby I wish a motherf**er would say that Stitches isn't ballin' Bricks up in my trunk, bricks up in my attic When it comes to doin' d** they say that I'm a drug addict Rob him for a brick, rob him! I just might snort the whole damn brick! My life is lovely, it's like I'm made of gold These hoes always wanna touch me Hold my c**aine for me and that's if you really love me Diamonds on my pinky ring, diamonds on my Rolie watch (She's s**in' my co*k!) I'm sellin' d** and I cannot stop And all of my bullets for the cops [Hook: Stitches] I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! [Verse 2: Str8 Kash] I'm gettin' bricks that's straight from Trinidad Tie you to a chair, n***a, call your plug Ain't a day in my life, I ain't on them d** Stay f**in' all these b**hes, never fall in love Brick Bible, this a statement, n***a, f** your rifle I made my own Brick Bible, n***a, f** the rappin' I'm gettin' baptised in the [?] p**y, money, weed, that's all a n***a needs Now we're lookin' for them n***as, where they at? It sounds like a thousand haters when that chopper clap Lord have mercy on me, this life with sins is lonely You can't walk in my shoes, you end up [?] on the glory Wake up in the mornin', crack another brick Buy another phone, them cops is on my sh** In the kitchen Imma stove Twist them with the flip If this rap sh** don't work, b**h, I'm still sellin' bricks [Hook: Stitches] I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks! I love sellin' bricks, bricks, bricks! I love hittin' licks, licks, licks!