it's a brick around - rio da yung og lyrics
[intro]
(marc boomin’)
aw sh*t, this sh*t on the floor
what up loud boy?
alright
[verse]
had to call loud boy, now the crib jumpin’
goin’ to the store, f*ck n*ggas with a chain on, you a rich flunky
i never hug a rat b*tch, ’cause they pits bust
my stupid ass hit the b*tch raw, now my d*ck funky
finna ramshack her off a perc 30, in a zip up hoodie
talkin’ ’bout man i can’t get the p*ssy, man this b*tch funny
i just drank a line raw, got my lips numbin’
five months ago, i hit her raw, she got a big stomach
all twenty dollar bills, this a big hundred
you say your brother really got a bag, go get a brick from him
b*tch i’m good in the hood, from the d to flint
change was eighty dollars and a cent, told ’em keep the sh*t
okay, you tryna get your money up, huh, i peeped the sh*t
last year i couldn’t drive my car ’cause the heat wouldn’t fit
now we ridin’ flyin’, on the opps outta jeeps and sh*t
wake up out my sleep, shoot thе glock, i sleep with it
i got a whole pint of act, but i’m keepin’ it
b*tch take too long to come outsidе then i’m leavin’ her
invest 20k into her craft, i believe in her
and she got some good p*ssy, i left skeet in her
hate a dirty p*ssy ass b*tch, when she pee it hurt
try da young og, and you’re gonna be beneath earth
took off gucci in the louis store, and let them keep the shirt
you would call me for a sixteen, or if you need the work
and no you can’t send money to my cashapp, it don’t even work
caught my first body tryna learn how .223’s work
before he had the ak, had a om16 first
i’ll give you two fifty for a line if it’s clean syrup
gulp, that’s a lean burp
i remember wearin’ too little pants, man these jeans hurt
now i’m walkin’ out of saks fifth in celine shirts
you can take off runinn’, i’ma still hit you ’cause the beam work
‘for i had a line on the trench, it was green first
i’ll have it done the same day, how a fiend work
i’ll probably buy the pint of wock, let me see it first
d*mn, why you tryna take my spot? let me eat first
i just bought a 550, yeah it’s really mine
now we all comin’ for his sh*t, we on any drive
pay fifty racks for the benz, and i don’t really drive
can’t believe you thought i went broke, you a silly guy
oh you a bird? have you ever seen a chicken fly?
i’m kinda slurrish, i forgot, i just sipped a five
i just punched a hole in the wall, ’cause i spilled a line
had to tell my shooter “calm down,” he’ll k!ll a child
fell in love with me after i d*cked her down
i done got the b*tch pregnant, now i’m skippin’ town
if you see me chillin’, nah i’m makin’ chicken, i don’t sit around
i know i rap, but if you still f*ck with the work, it’s a brick around
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