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brickz & mortar - trip lyrics

woah woah woah woah woah

[chorus]
they doin’ business in the trap, call it mortar bricks (mortar bricks)
that pack put em’ on the map, they need more of it (more of it)
four of them foreign glocks in the back of the foreign whip (foreign whip)
they pack them gats in the bag, ammo stored in clips (stored in it)

[verse 1]
aimlessly aimin’ at strangers, what is you sayin’?
they ain’t waitin’ for you to finish prayin’
they just gon break in like aye man
and start sprayin’, n-gga amen
twist up they fingers, they bangin’
twist up they weed and they bakin’
slangin’ in the bas-m-nt
if they name in the air, air out this b-tch they gon’ make it vacant
move that brick then divide the dough
at times they do not lie low, they hit a l!ck in the light so
gotta off them n-ggas cause they might know
slide em’ in the back of the truck, show a slideshow of how tonight gon’ go
they gon’ see that ak in sight bro, then that ak go psycho

[chorus]
they doin’ business in the trap call it mortar bricks (mortar bricks)
that pack put them on the map, they need more of it (more of it)
four of them foreign glocks in the back of the foreign whip (whip whip)
they pack them gats in the bag, ammo stored in clips (load that sh-t)

[verse 2]
back to my ways i go, i’m blowin’ the smoke the dope
i’m in the streets the guns i tote, we study them head to toe
i’ll take off your head, your dome, you know it ain’t no joke
at least i would hope, that pistol my best friend fa sho
me and the smith and wesson go hand and hand
but me and these n-ggas go toe to toe
oh no, that n-gga was snitching
he blew my lid off, i had to blow the lid off the n-gga
it’s a stick up, we gon’ pick the stick up
and present the present of you getting lit up
i ain’t with the bicker so homie you better not slip up
won’t hesitate to pull the trigger, for me i know heavens gates ain’t gon’ wait
i’m tryna put food on the plate
that’s why i’m moving that weight
while intoxicated, cops starting investigations
death done already separated me and my n-ggas and they cannot reincarnate
i really do miss bruh, he got shot in the brain
i done lost half of the gang, fall seven times get up eight
i’m just here to honor the ones that can’t

[chorus]
they doin’ business in the trap, call it mortar bricks (mortar bricks)
that pack put em’ on the map, they need more of it (more of it)
four of them foreign glocks in the back of the foreign whip (skrrt skrrt)
they pack them gats in the bag, ammo stored in clips (blrrr woo)

[verse 3]
in the trap they sellin’ dope or c0ke or whatever u need to relax or relapse
off the narcotics they need that, n-ggas od or get gotten i’ve actually seen that
to the n-ggas who done lost a homie, got caught by the police, done sipped you some codeine
you come from the ground, done sold you some loud
don’t lose yourself now you can figure it out
you selling the weed or xannys or percs
anything that makes them not hurt
sh-t i guess whatever works my n-gga but it ain’t worth it
you gotta know your worth
maybe you been around this sh-t since birth, it’s other sh-t to do you just gotta search
it ain’t gone get u nowhere but maybe prison first or worse
six feet in the dirt, i promise there’s other options
you never know n-ggas could be plottin’
but do you really want this to be your life? open your mind and open your eyes
i’ll put my two cents into it too, okay cool you makin’ a cent or two
i know you don’t wanna hear me lecture you, i ain’t trippin’ i just want the best for you

[chorus]
they doin’ business in the trap, call it mortar bricks (mortar bricks)
that pack put em’ on the map, they need more of it (more of it)
four of them foreign glocks in the back of the foreign whip (skrrt skrrt)
they pack them gats in the bag, ammo stored in clips (blrr woo)

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