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Ayo, I'm in Salvatore makin' Salaat
Bentayga in three flavors
Shoot the nigga, know we'll speak later
Up the Whitney, got the MAC with me
Hid behind the Warhol, dip to Bergdorf, shot up the whole store (brrt)
Cherry '57, in the 'Bach learnin' lessons (skrrt)
Crack ain't dry, and it be ready in a second (ah)
Forty chains on, halo, I'm a God, nigga
Fear of God jogger, rock a nigga, I don't even jog
Hangin' out the Wagen sunroof, pickin' niggas off (brrt)
The Mille with the chill bezel (ah)
All my foreigns red, it make me feel special
Banana peel AK, I'm lookin' real extra
With the top keys, the money green Teslas (skrrt)
Told Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick (write "Brick" on my brick)
Write Brick" on my brick
Told Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick
Ayo, Amiris filled with cash, I'm in the fashion district (ah)
Shoot your momma houses for a half a bicken ot)
All my niggas dealin', all my niggas killin' (brrt)
Them niggas tried to test me, now the nigga's missin' (ah)
Meal quarters, I'm still awesome
Water whip coke, I still Voss, Rose out the faucet
Ah, tell Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick
Look, lil' brodie let off his .30, he ain't even flinch (yeah)
Caught the body, dipped to the A, nobody seen him since (he got low)
560 Benz and I ain't need the tints (vroom)
My weakest scent cost more than your momma need for rent (hahaha)
That's just one zip, the drum rip, leave you rinsed (rrah)
Hide the body for a week and it's gon' leave a stench (smell that?)
Rappers come to my city, they gon' need consent (you gon' need a pass, nigga)
'Cause we already know you pussy nigga, we convinced (hah)
I told Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick (hah)
The nicest with this shit, ain't write this, I just spit (woo)
White bitch on my dick, this ice drip on my fist
No shoe deal, but look at all this Nike shit that I get (hahaha)
On dope street, it's white shit that I pitch
Two in the morning, on the corner, night shift with my blick (I got it all)