all these goddamn bricks man
put the bricks in the attic
hope the feds ain't watching
sniper on the roof for you fuck niggas plotting
she got chickens in her stocking
all white charger pull up with the police lights
stash them bricks off in the attic
throw saran wrap and plastic
they thought they was gon catch me slipping
looking and searching for chickens and pigeons
they ain't find shit but a fork in the kitchen
and a couple seeds from the bags full of midget
you ain't never catch me slipping
young rich nigga with the all gold kitchen
i'm whipping and whipping the chicken
the bricks in the ceiling
the bitches they play with the water
they splashing the work and i call em free willy
finessing the plug and i'm not gon stop till a young nigga hit a milli
young nigga with banana clip
busting the bricks out the wrapper
i will pop you like a snapper
young goon put it on your head
they'll eat your ass like an apple
young nigga and i'm sipping on mapple
50 bricks to the top of skyscrapers
my house got marijuana acres
you tuned in to motherfucking brick squad radio
you tuned into migos right now
at all times i got that hot pocket on me
gon use it if you suckers take my soul