Chop a Brick (Sad Rockstar) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(LeeBoy on the track)
Yeah, we in this b*tch high as hell, you know
Good kush blunts, good-good Raw's, good 'woods
All that sh*t man
(It's the king)
I turn they ass up
(Trap, trap, trap)

[Chorus]
Chop a brick, chop a brick, b*tch I'm water whippin'
Run up on him, .33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen
I been ballin', pull up, pull up in Bugatti engines
All these b*tches on my di*k, they know that I'm different (Yuh)
Chop a brick, chop a brick, b*tch I'm water whippin' (Trap, trap, trap)
Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen, huh, yeah
b*tch, I'm the man, you know how I'm livin', huh, yeah
Stackin' all this guap to the f*ckin' ceiling (LeeBoy on the track)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, ayy
Stack my guala, my hand on my chopper, huh, yeah
Want no problems, huh
I came from the bottom, huh, yeah
Whippin' alone in that kitchen
You know that's how young n*ggas livin', huh, yeah
Run up on me then I kill him
I swear that my hand on my Smith and, huh, yeah
Roll up a doobie, huh
b*tch, she gon' throw me that booty, huh
I get all up in that coochie, huh
She sucking all through my Louis, huh, yeah
That's how it go, woah
I f*ck your b*tch at my show, huh
That b*tch in love with my glow, huh
I told her, "I already know," yeah
Look at my wrist, look at my wrist, I'm gon' whip it, yeah
Jesse White, on my brit', how I flip it, yeah
f*ck your b*tch, pop a Xan, I forget it, yeah
All these hoes suck my di*k 'cause I'm gifted, yeah (LeeBoy on the track)
[Chorus]
Chop a brick, chop a brick, b*tch I'm water whippin' (Trap)
Run up on him, .33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen
I been ballin', pull up, pull up in Bugatti engines
All these b*tches on my di*k, they know that I'm different
Chop a brick, chop a brick, b*tch I'm water whippin' (Trap, trap, trap)
Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen
b*tch, I'm the man, you know how I'm livin', huh, yeah
Stackin' all this guap to the f*ckin' ceiling, huh (LeeBoy on the track)

[Verse 2]
I got them bricks for sell, I got them bricks for sell, yeah, huh
I got yo' b*tch for sell, I got yo' b*tch for sell, yeah, huh
Young n*gga trappin' still
I'm in the kitchen I'm still water whippin', huh
Don't give a f*ck about n*ggas or b*tches
I'm too busy flippin' them chickens, huh
Gun on my waist, I put that gun to yo' safe
Hop in my Wraith, huh
Need that cash out yo' safe
Run up on me then I'm shoot and ain't nobody safe, uh-huh
Run up on me then I'm shootin', yeah
I got my hand on my Ruger, yeah
That clip gon' like a ruler, yeah
Versace on me like Medusa, yeah
[Outro]
Huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh
Versace on me like Medusa, uh-huh
My clip be long like a ruler, yeah, huh
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Versace on me like Medusa, uh-huh (LeeBoy on the track)
You run up on me then I shoot ya
(LeeBoy on the track)