[Verse 1] I seen niggas drop fours and couldn't believe it Y'all was supposed to been dead, y'all overachievin' You heard of Brick Squad? Well, nigga, it's the blitz squad And every time I hear, "Hike," I yell, "Blitzin' five" Blick 'em down (Each), kill 'em now, yeah, we still in town Hit up Smurk, not for a Perc', bitch, it's a ten a round I'll kill 'em now, spill a five, this how shit get fried Oh, you was outside lurkin'? Niggas still be lyin' He ain't dead, but we tried (Bitch) All that runnin', I'm tired (Fuck on) Bitch, you die, I'ma laugh (Yeah) Still on Hertz with the gas (Free the boys) Catch you slippin', I'm slidin', tell me I'm good at rappin' Y'all good at hidin', nigga, come out and get active My chopper shoot backwards (Bitch), my bitches gets pampered (Bitch) You probably didn't have her, dog, and she callin' me daddy Three-fifty, that's Pattie (Yeah), five hundred, that's Rick (Yeah) Two-fifty, that's Skelly, niggas so tired of my shit (Bitch) Jeweler so tired of my bitch, bust down both of her wrists Bust down both of my kids, I'm havin' fun with this shit I should just run on this bitch, no hook, cuz' And if I pass her, I ain't like her, that's a no look dub Bitch, I'm geeked off drugs, get your freaked out cousin I'm the reason y'all buzzin', how the fuck y'all don't love me? In the O, I'm with Chubby, in New York, I'm with Soo In the A, I'm with Wham, bitch, in the Chi', I'm with Zoo Nigga flinch, I'ma shoot (Baow) Chin up and raise your motherfuckin' hand if you been up And when it come to a trick, I don't like to spend much Bitch be all on my dick, ho, you should let my mans fuck Hundred thousand Ram truck, this a T-R And both the baddest bitches I know is from the D.R And if they ask who the richest, nigga, we are Remember bein' on Roxbury with T.R., with C.C. and Antt Three Gs and cap, four thousand with tax Might buy it and never wear it, freak bitches, I'm sharin' Fuck wrong with air? Niggas be out here playin' How my opp your mans? Reece, these niggas crazy Reece, these niggas is hatin', Reece, these niggas fakin' Reece, these niggas playin' how I never'll play
[Chorus] It's time to go again If I catch a nigga lackin', I'ma score again She just was playin' wifey, now look at her, ho again Quit tryna tell me that I'm big, I'm finna blow again I'm off a four of red It's time to go again Don't call me lookin' for no brick 'cause I might know a friend And way before I blew a M, bitch, I was blowin' ends And way before I mail it to him, I been on takin' shit Don't tell me that it's up, nigga, that'll get you thumped, nigga
[Verse 2] Still catchin' conflicts in a Track' Sprite dirty, that exact Just bought my third penthouse and my third mansion When they was buyin' Jacobs, Duggy was goin' to practice When they was bustin' G-Shocks, Duggy was bustin' Pateks Mama keep throwin' fits, I get it, girl, you miss her Daddy still doin' a bid, I need you, nigga, you trippin' Put it up if it's a Richard, this before the slums Who could help me move a chicken? Bitch, I'm on the run Three watches, that's like a ticket or a big dub Raise your hand if you still could turn the bricks off You want attention, baby? I'm from the trenches, baby Get her a five hundred and Rolls, what it take to get my chin up Cashmere on the hoodie, four-thousand from Christian Yeah, girly, what's cool? Doggy got too many bitches I'm the key to the city, just ask the niggas with me Everybody got money and cars, a lot of tension Everybody was beatin' them charges, the law was snitchin' I'm loyal and I'm consistent, evolvin', keepin' my distance Run it up to the ceilin', stayin' out of my feelings Money still over bitches, fuckin' still over kissin' My Track' still on them sixes, sit back, nigga, and listen If they ask, I'm official (Yeah, official), bitch In my bag, I'm offended, been that way since my sentence No co-defendants or witness, I took that shit on the chin, chin Slidin' on the six in a Benz Deep dish rims, freak bitch and her friend Been tryna score again, it's time to tour again Bring mine and the bands, rubber-band by tens Vacuum sealed like za, stuff 'em, that's for the sides Fuck 'em, that's for the fives Free mines
[Chorus] It's time to go again If I catch a nigga lackin', I'ma score again She just was playin' wifey, now look at her, ho again Quit tryna tell me that I'm big, I'm finna blow again I'm off a four of red It's time to go again Don't call me lookin' for no brick 'cause I might know a friend And way before I blew a M, bitch, I was blowin' ends And way before I mail it to him, I been on takin' shit Don't tell me that it's up, nigga, that'll get you thumped, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
