From The Bricks

If you know me. She can tell you that I talk shit. You don't know me? Wasn't listenin. It's 456. Read my birth certificate. You can tell I'm from the bricks. 12 far from dumb. They be knowing that we hitting licks. If you out here telling. That just means you a pure snitch. End up missing real quick. Toss you right up in a ditch. You met my witch? We gone get it poppin. She just need a stick. You should run forest run. Once you hear that thing go click. Ya girl gone lick? Rolling off them cubes. She rolled 456. Robbed the whole bank. What you thinking? Bonnie Clyde shit. Better watch it. Like NASA. Came to get it off. Them Rockets. Try me and I leave a hole bigger than ya pockets. You should know. GG do exist. Make ya soul exit. You gone text a tip? Break ya hip. Now go text it. You next kid. Remember wheeliekid. Grew up real big. Told ya girl let me get a cig. It came from her wig. Let me get that gig. I zig zag. Ya boy is a fag. He don't use a rag. But has swag. Playing games like Tag. Put him in a bag. Had to drag. Snatch his whole flag. Don't care what you rep. You took a step. The whole mood went sad.