Bricks - Joey Fatts, A$Ton Matthews

Pounds in the trash, Joey Fatts do the dishes

W-w-w-w-Wavecap Music

Lil Fressh

Beeper King

Bricks in the stove, posted with the pump

Niggas got what you need, so just tell us what you want

Choppers leave you niggas slumped, niggas down to ride

All my niggas do or die, it’s gon' be a homicide

Pounds in the trash, Joey Fatts do the dishes

Bad bitch, no clothes, cooking work in the kitchen

My brother’s ain’t home cause they on the block pitching

Got them birds on the stove, for dinner we eating chickens

Niggas trill crippin', purple drank' sipping

Shoot you with a pistol, my nigga give you the business

Like Tha Dogg Pound a nigga stay with bad bitches

Call 'em over, they be straight to the head like Penicillin

Got a bitch in the bay, she cook a nigga yay'

Base girl bumping Lil B headed to L. A

If a coppers in the way, then she load the choppers

Helicopters lay you down and you won’t make it to the doctor’s

She a bopper, a freak

Hear my name all in these streets

All these niggas talking 'bout me so I sleep with my pistol up in these sheets

Squeeze will leave a pussy nigga dead

Trap be stacking bread, staying low from the fed’s

Fatts

Matched on, hammer time

Hammered down, shooting TEC’s

Ric Flair, windmill, hammer jam, uh

Percy Miller 'bout it, 'bout it

Chopper in the camo pants, call that bitch the ambulance

Skirrrt, You gon' need it

Check the body count when them little homies start creeping

Summer slam, dropping clips

Chirp phone, chopping bricks

Rose gold, O’s froze

Watch the wrist, you pussy niggas getting sloppy

Got war wounds on my body

Plus six shells in my shotty'

Catch him slipping and pop him, fuck nigga we’ll sit you down

If them birds fly then we’ll flip your town

Got a whole train that’ll hit the ground

Run it, make that bitch cum, four-hundred

Day and night and that cut it

With that molly, white and that money, uh

Bagging knots on that dresser

Sell you work on my?

, pussy’s folding under that pressure