Yung Ralph - Bricks lyrics

[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