Bricks (feat. Yo Gotti & Yung Ralph) - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

Cannon, cannon They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go) Damn, bald head, Pac shit Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks (damn) I can whip a dream with a fork, nigga (fork, nigga) Yeah, play that pyrex like a sport, nigga The highway hot, nigga no shade (shade) Picked up a hunnid packs, split it two ways (ayy) Damn, that's 50 here, and 50 there Get it in the air, like money in the air That soda in that yola caught a fade, bitch Clean it up with the same card we play spades with The streets ain't a game, you can't renege (nah) Grown man shit, you can't play, kids You ever been to Hell? Been off in a cell? (Damn) Two co-defendants, you better not tell (nah) Water in the vision bowl, yeah, you know the smell Breakin' out the weight set, yeah, you know the scale Even got our stamps on it, yeah, you know the braille (ayy) Feds put the dogs on it, they smell it like it's quail (ooh) Blowin' money fast, yeah I lived to tell the tale (tale) They say that I'm irrelevant, it ain't no way in Hell They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go) This money standin' tall, nigga, Yao Ming Five tickets of a whole lot of greens Yeah, and I ain't talkin' soul food I just put a quarter mil' in an old school Niggas talkin' brick talk, to me that's old news (old news) Niggas braggin' on they plug, when they old dude I don't gotta tell (tell) Nigga I'm in the lab (kitchen) I want 20 for a half, 40 for a slab (bricks) And a ten for a quarter if you can do the math Your bitch deepthroat, I call her lil' giraffe (ugh) And I'm a plug's first pick if they had a draft I put bricks in the Uber, used to be a cab (yeah) Long story short, and the short story long (story long) I'ma get money, try to free 'em 'til they home ('til they home) Eight figure nigga, boy I came up sellin' zones 2020 Rolls truck, I set it on chrome (on chrome) Bitch want a Chanel, she gon' hold the sack He think I'm a pussy, he must be on crack Shawty like that Rolls truck, I got 'em back to back They tried to say I left the hood, when I got it on my back (got it on my back) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (yeah) They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (yeah) They say I left the hood but I got it on my back (on my back) Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back

Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear to God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you nigga know so Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear to God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you nigga know so Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear to God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you nigga know so Aye yayo Yea I just said yayo, taste just like candy cane but whiter then dat pure snow And why you trying to play me and you know you selling wappo When you with the boss, then I got to say so, aye oh no, hit these licks like oh no Counting all this mula paper you can call it mucho, cause I be rockin all this paper Moving with like macho, I be eatin nachos, cheese, guapo aye vato, holla at amigo And he gone get them bricks and wrap them tighter then burritos, I let him know I need it for the low and need it pronto, he gone ship them off (psh) torpedo Aye Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear the God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you niggas know so Aye Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear the God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you niggas know so Yayo All I know is yayo Trapping doing good, I'm serving junkies out the peep hole Laws oh no Serve you that's a no go But since you niggas actors I might shoot like sum bureau I got killas on my payroll, no sleep, I'm on no doors On my paul wall shit, I'm tipppin with that.44 Mista thousand eight grams Mista prices they to high for me I love all my young niggas I know they die for me Bang Bust five for me Cocaine in my county Kush truck that loud weed I don't smoke Blow pound for me Yayo Car white like mayo Seat white like whip cream Rims look like marshmallows Yay Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear the God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you niggas know so Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear the God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you niggas know so All I know is yayo All I know is yayo All I know is yayo Yayo

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper