Bricks (feat. Giggs)

Yeah (Yup)

Yeah, (Huh?)

Ahh (Awole)

Watch it

Drunk and ganga'd up

Yeah we drunk and ganga'd

Mafiaso'd up and we're crunching numbers (Yeah)

Used to work that phone, all these junkie's numbers

One to ten, got these junkies numbered

Stepping out in them gully jeans

T-shirt and them chunky jumpers

My squad with the pumpy-dumpers

Right now, I'm the countries comfort (Switch it)

Man's up in a opp's set, man's up from the offset

Man's workin' the handting

Man's up with the object

Man fuck what them odds say

Ain't bucked with them odds yet (Nah)

And fuck what your squad say

And fuck what your squad say

Man's up in the restaurant

Post up with the mob set

Man's tasted the lobster

Ain't fucked with the cod yet (Mmm)

Man's facing a mobster

Ain't fucked with a mob yet

Man come with the handting

Man's taking it off set

She say she feelin' the kid

She feelin' the young ****, shit

Cartier or Rolex, she lovin' a young **** wrist

Balmains on my pants, Louboutin my kicks

Pray all my pieces hit

And we still turn a three into a six

She say she feelin' the kid

She feelin' the young ****, shit

Cartier or Rolex, she lovin' a young **** wrist

Balmains on my pants, Louboutin my kicks

Pray all my pieces hit

And we still turn a three into a six

She say she feelin' the kid

Point your bitch on a program

Mouth full of gold like I'm Kodak

Trap house for the low hand

Whip that shit up with both hands

Got more kin that an old man

You broke **** joke, got no pants (no class)

I've seen that they lookin' for me

On the south side we smoke yeah

Drop a pack to my youngun (What?)

Told my young **** "hold that"

I need my cash by the morning

Got a couple bitches whoring

Spill some Henny on my Roley

I'm doing good now they know me

Don't tell me girl, show me

I'm taxing **** if they owe me

I spend a lotta days OT

I came back bigger and better

The Roley was bigger and better

My chain was bigger than ever (It's heavy)

**** can't hear this, whatever (Huh?)

Still keep it under my sweater (Ah)

Make it rain on the block like the weather (Brrr)

Awole, hold dat

She say she feelin' the kid

She feelin' the young ****, shit

Cartier or Rolex, she lovin' a young **** wrist

Balmains on my pants, Louboutin my kicks

Pray all my pieces hit

And we still turn a three into a six

She say she feelin' the kid

She feelin' the young ****, shit

Cartier or Rolex, she lovin' a young **** wrist

Balmains on my pants, Louboutin my kicks

Pray all my pieces hit

And we still turn a three into a six

She said she feelin' the kid