Bricks & Pounds lyrics

[Intro]
It's Mr Disrespectful, it's Mr Disrespectful, it's Mr Disrespectful
They know that I really diss the dead, yea that's my f*ckin' special
It's Mr Disrespectful, it's Mr Disrespectful

[Chorus]
Bro sellin' bricks, I'm sellin' whole pounds
He can sell it by the bird, but he break it down
I ain't breakin' sh*t down, I sell it by the pound
16 ounces, 448 grams
The fiends like the work white now, it used to come tan
And I can sell anything, just put it in my hand
How the f*ck you make a hunnid grand off pots and pans?
I serve n*ggas that serve n*ggas that hand to hand

[Refrain]
n*gga, it's Mr Disrespectful
And I don't give a f*ck who you is, n*gga I will disrespect you
n*gga, it's Mr Disrespectful
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipe

[Verse 1]
And I can't get no sleep, I'm stuck inside the trap
A hunnid pounds was supposed to land, but 30 of 'em had got snatched
Give the b*tch perc di*k, now she attached
Got that drop on Bully, and let the fully do the rest
[Chorus]
Bro sellin' bricks, I'm sellin' whole pounds
He can sell it by the bird, but he break it down
I ain't breakin' sh*t down, I sell it by the pound
16 ounces, 448 grams
The fiends like the work white now, it used to come tan
And I can sell anything, just put it in my hand
How the f*ck you make a hunnid grand off pots and pans?
I serve n*ggas that serve n*ggas that hand to hand

[Verse 2]
Once you hear that, he got clapped up
Caught a n*gga chillin' on that side, and he got wrapped up
I'm smokin Buddy out the pound in New York in a black truck
He keep on smokin Qrizzy, he can't match with us
Youngbull from the Back Block tried run then he got ran down
I say some disrespectful sh*t, she pull her pants down
I was f*cked up back then, but I'm the man now
I really was f*cked up, but I'm the man now

[Outro]
n*gga, it's Mr Disrespectful
You know that I really diss the dead, yea that's my f*ckin special
n*gga, it's Mr Disrespectful
Mir Dot and the Fro and the Reefy and the Snipe