Bricks lyrics

[Intro: Smoke Dawg & Giggs]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Ahhh
(M-M-M-Murda)
Ahwoolay
Watch it

[Verse 1: Giggs]
Drunk and gungeoned up
Yeah, we drunk and gungeoned (Gungeoned)
Mafia sewed up and we're crunchin’ numbers (Yeah)
Used to work that phone, all these junkies numbers (Yeah)
One to ten, got these junkies numbers
Steppin' out in them gully jeans (Jeans)
T-shirt and them junky jumpers (Yes)
My squad, we're the pumpy dumpers (Dumpers)
Right now, I’m the country's comfort (Switch it)
Man's up in the opp set, man's off from the off set (Yeah)
Man's workin' the hand ting, man's up with the object (Bah)
Man, f*ck what them odds say, ain't bop with them odds yet (Nah)
Man, f*ck what your squad say, ain’t bop with the dawgs yet (Woof)
Man’s up in the restaurant, post up with the mob set (Mob set)
Man's tasted the lobster, ain’t f*ck with the quad yet
Man's facin' the mobster, ain't f*ck with the mob yet (Nah)
Man, come with a hand ting, man’s taking it off set
[Chorus: Smoke Dawg]
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young n*gga sh*t
Cartier, Rolex, she lovin' the young n*gga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young n*gga sh*t
Cartier, Rolex, she lovin' the young n*gga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid

[Verse 2: Smoke Dawg]
Put your b*tch on a program (On a program)
Mouth full of gold like I'm Kodak (Skrrt)
Trap house full of Lohan (Lohan)
Whip that sh*t up with both hands (Whip)
Got more 'caine than a old man (Get it?)
You broke n*ggas joke, got no plan (No plan)
Opps sayin' that they lookin' for me (Huh?)
On the southside, where Smoke at? (Southside)
Drop a pack to my youngin' (What)
Tell my young n*gga, "Hold that" (Hold that)
I need my cash by the morning (By the morning)
Got a couple b*tches whorin' (They whorin')
Spilled some Henny on my Rollie (Sauce)
I'm doing good, now, they know me (Now, they know me)
Don't tell me, girl, show me (Show me)
I'm taxin' n*ggas if they owe me (I'm taxin')
I spend a lot of days OT (OT)
I came back bigger and better (Better)
The Rollie was bigger and better (Better)
My chain was bigger than ever (It's heavy)
n*ggas can hate us, whatever (Huh)
Still keep it under my sweater (Huh)
Make it rain on your block like the weather (Brrr)
Ahwoolay, hold that
[Chorus: Smoke Dawg]
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young n*gga sh*t
Cartier, Rolex, she lovin' the young n*gga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid
She feelin' the young n*gga sh*t
Cartier, Rolex, she lovin' the young n*gga wrist
Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks
Pray all my pieces hit
And we still turn a three into a six
She said, she feelin' the kid