It's A Brick Around - Rio Da Yung OG

Aw shit, this shit on the floor

What up, Loud Boy?

Alright

Had to call Loud Boy, now the crib jumpin'

Goin' to the store for niggas with a chain on, you a rich flunky

I’ll never hug a rat bitch, 'cause they 'pits musty

My stupid ass hit the bitch raw, now my dick funky

Finna ramshack her off a Perc 30 and a zip of honey

Talkin' 'bout I can’t get the pussy, man, this bitch funny

I just drunk 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

Bitch, I’m good in the hood from the D to Flint

Change was eighty dollars and a cent, told 'em keep the shit

Okay, you tryna get your money up, huh?

I peeped the shit

Last year I couldn’t drive my car 'cause the heat wasn’t fixed

Now we ridin', slidin' on the opps outta Jeeps and shit

Wak up out my sleep, shoot the Glock, I sleep with it

I got a whole pint of Act', but I’m keepin' it

Bitch take too long to com outside, then I’m leavin' her

Invest 20K into her craft, I believe in her

And she got some good pussy, I left skeet in her

Hate a dirty pussy-ass bitch, when she pee, it hurt

Try Da Yung OG and you’re gonna be beneath the earth

Took off Gucci in the Louis store and let 'em keep the shirt

You could call me for a sixteen or if you need work

And no, you can’t send nothin' to my Cash App, it don’t even work

Caught my first body tryna learn how .223s work

Before he had the AK, had an old M16 first

I’ll give you two-fifty for a line if it’s clean syrup

Oop, that’s a lean burp

I remember wearin' too little pants, ma, these jeans hurt

Now I’m walkin' out of Saks Fifth in Celine shirts

You can take off runnin', I’ma still hit you 'cause the beam work

'Fore I had a line on the Trish, 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 first

Damn, why you tryna take my spot?

Let me eat first

I just bought a 550, yeah, it’s really mine

Now we all come in foreign shit, we don’t hemi drive

Paid fifty racks for the Benz and I don’t really drive

Can’t believe you think I went broke, you a silly guy

Throw 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 kill a child

Fell in love with me after I dicked her down

I done got the bitch 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 fuck with the work, It’s a brick around