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Grr, Pow Pow
Let's go
Let's go
Akachi on the beat lil b*t*h
Pow Pow Pow
Pow Pow Pow
My dot red, just like Clifford
Let's go, yeah

Yeah it's Brick, the one that you hate (b*t*h, b*t*h)
Give me the beat and get ate like some steak
You ain't ever had it hard, you ain't move no way
I had just dropped the smith, finna go get the A
Finna save I ain't got no K
Just suck on the d**k, I don't go on no dates
Feel like Pica**o, I'ma paint on her face
On the way to that bed, first place in the race

Finna beat his a** up like Mayweathеr (b*t*h)
Diamonds on me I be changing the wеather
Me and my b*t*h finna f**k her together
She fallin' in love, she made me a header (yeah)
Just like killers, I earn my stripes
B*t*h with a d**k on a Glock like a dyke (uh huh)
Set his a** up, that's a b*t*h that I like
Top tier, number one, b*t*h that's right
And these pussies did nothin' (huh, yeah)
When I pull up on the scene, bet that choppa get to jumpin'
I'm a young rich jit, turn nothing into something
Fell in love with this sh*t, like McDonalds, I love it
Finna go get the stick, go get the chop (b*t*h)
Air out the street, air out the block (b*t*h)
Hunnid round drum, air out the Glock
Use the whole brain, choppa then talk (let's go)
In every city my name ringing bells
Air out the Glock and then pick up the shells
Came with the hammer, I'm ready to nail
That b*t*h a** fell like a motherf**king well (uh)
Pray for the worst, pray for the best
Glock came with a reality check (b*t*h)
Real hell boy, it's ten on my neck
F**k the fans, you want a big a** check
Yeah it's Brick, the one that you hate (b*t*h)
Give me the beat and get ate like some steak
You ain't ever had it hard, you ain't move no way
I had just dropped the smith, finna go get the A
Finna save I ain't got no K
Just suck on the d**k, I don't go on no dates
Feel like Pica**o, I'ma paint on her face
On the way to that bed, first place in the race (b*t*h, yuh, look)

First place in the race I'ma motherf**king sick 'em
My choppa eat n***as, I'm hungry, no hippo
He hide like a monk, so I aim at his temple
My shorty so simple, put d**k to her dimples
You pull up, I pop him for chips like some pringles
My b*t*h [?], so I need Duolingo
with the stick so I feel like I'm Ringo
Catch balls like a pimp, oh now he doing limbo (yeah)
She throwing it back into the catch like a running back (yeah, yeah)
Stick with a blade inside my pack, I'm a lumberjack (yeah)
N***as ain't safe, I'ma be at where you mama at (yeah)
Run in your place and spin your sh*t like a laundromat (uh)
Keeping it real, isn't the vocal my real image?
I pull up at your village, and shoot up your whole business
And leaving in no witnesses, you said there was no killing
Yeah I expect no differences (ha ha)
For real, rich now I feel like we Made-It, Mike-WiLL
Buy it outright, don't even look at my bill
Pop pu**y a** n***a, leave him like pills (yeah)
Tweaking, n***a get money so I [?] just like the weekend
We might just take your top off like an impeachment
Hit your boy with the sawed off, and now he's [?]
Yeah it's Brick, the one that you hate (b*t*h)
Give me the beat and get ate like some steak
You ain't ever had it hard, you ain't move no way
I had just dropped the smith, finna go get the A
Finna save I ain't got no K
Just suck on the d**k, I don't go on no dates
Feel like Pica**o, I'ma paint on her face
On the way to that bed, first place in the race (b*t*h)

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