Joints lyrics

[Verse 1: K Trap]
Half brick of buj, no tax, put a clamp on it (That's it)
You ain't seen a pretty little brizzy with a stamp on it (No)
Learned how to whip and I made me more P's (Way more)
My soldier saw a brick before me (Yeah)
Hands full, but I'm hands off (Off)
I see them n*ggas try and do a bad job (Ha)
Killed the trap and the n*ggas got the rap locked (Locked)
That's a crack pot and a lab top (Yes)
So it's clean but it's dirty also (Dirty)
I got fish scale and dirty, it all goes (It's goin')
Young boy, got myself one toy (One toy)
Pulled the shotty when I still wore school clothes (Young boy)
Bought the pendant, the neckpiece, all rose (Rose)
And said "Flood it" and it came back all froze (Bust down)
And I don't smoke trees but the bros do (Gang)
But if you're talking 'bout waps, then we all smoke (All smoke)

[Chorus: Blade Brown & K Trap]
Get the joints for the low (For the low)
Thirty-six, that's a whole (That's a whole)
All these bands that we blow (That we blow)
n*ggas paid and it shows (And it shows)
Hit the strip (Strip), make a flip (Flip)
And that's raw (Raw), take a pic (Take it)
See the scale (Scale), I got fish (Fishes)
Silver tray (Silver tray), rubber grip (Ah)
[Verse 2: Blade Brown]
Nautilus, rose gold, that's six figures (Big one)
Plus a scale, he give a f*ck about a whip, n*gga (No way)
Money long and the clip bigger (Ayy)
Think I gotta pay for a hit, n*gga? (Gotta pay for it)
Had to say that bar twice
Fast life, must have been a trapper in my past life (Past life)
When I pull up, n*gga, lookin' like The Dark Knight (Ayy)
Double R, getting head under the starlight (Okay)
Damn, he hit a duffle with the bricks in it (Bricks in it)
This is straight off the boat, no mixing it (No mixing it)
Put it on the strip, gettin' rich from it (Gettin' rich from it)
B. Brown goin' broke, couldn't picture it (Never)
Bankroll got no cap
This is old racks, hundred thou', that's a throwback (Haha)
And I could talk wassy for the whole track (The whole track)
'Cause I'm a trap lord, that's a known fact

[Chorus: Blade Brown & K Trap]
Get the joints for the low (For the low)
Thirty-six, that's a whole
All these bands that we blow (That we blow)
n*ggas paid and it shows (And it shows)
Hit the strip (Strip), make a flip (Flip)
And that's raw (Raw), take a pic (Take it)
See the scale (Scale), I got fish (Fishes)
Silver tray, rubber grip (Ah)
Get the joints for the low (For the low)
Thirty-six, that's a whole (That's a whole)
All these bands that we blow (That we blow)
n*ggas paid and it shows
Hit the strip, make a flip
And that's raw, take a pic (Take it)
See the scale, I got fish
Silver tray, rubber grip (Ah)