yo
yo
hold up man
ay skip
all these goddamn bricks man
hurry up
put em up
there go the feds
go!
put the bricks in the attic
hope the feds ain't watching
sniper on the roof for you fuck niggas plotting
yeah she spoiled rotten
she got chickens in her stocking
f & n on my side
that's a hot pocket
gone!
all white charger pull up with the police lights
red
blue
and white
asking questions
i'll take flight
run back to my trap
stash them bricks off in the attic
12 hit my spot
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
finesse takeoff
you ain't never catch me slipping
keep an egg beater
yeah i'm always whipping
stay with a pt
always sipping
young rich nigga with the all gold kitchen
i'm whipping and whipping the chicken
the bricks in the ceiling
finesse on no feelings
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
niggas start peeling
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
i meant maple
50 bricks to the top of skyscrapers
my house got marijuana acres
ay what's happening man
you tuned in to motherfucking brick squad radio
you tuned into migos right now
1017 migos man
you know what i'm saying
at all times i got that hot pocket on me
all motherfucking time
you better believe that
gon use it if you suckers take my soul
don't you