Bricks [2018] lyrics
by Soulja Boy
[Chorus]
Walked out the strip, got that thang on my hip
pus*y n*gga better not play with gang, do not slip
Yeah, hop up on that yacht and I go take a trip
Came back with them pounds, came back with them bricks
Came back with them bricks
Came back with them bricks
[Verse: Trill Sammy & Soulja Boy]
Young Drako n*gga I play with the pans
Poppin' the seals and mixin' the xans
Stacks On Deck Money Gang, we in demand
Go ask your b*tch, she know I'm the man
Go cop a zip, yeah that's soon as I land
Pour up a six, double cup in my hand
Hit your b*tch from the back just to get up the count
Bankroll on me way bigger
Two b*tches with me but I'm in the middle
My type of b*tch she like backwoods, not swishers
Hop out a Range and keep range from you n*ggas (skrrt)
Posted with a whole lot of money, young n*gga up to somethin'
Model lil b*tch, I'm in out in London
Then I go pick up 15, throw it all at Onyx
Run up them bands, where my cake?
She wanna f*ck but I made the b*tch wait
Tried to send him a P, but it's really all shake
Ran up 50s to 100s, I throw 'em the safes
Cartier wrist with the ice
Might catch a flight but I can't stay the night
Shawty my type so I might change her life
[?] like he Juice
VVS on every tooth
She wanna f*ck but her pus*y too loose
I rather go count some blue
[Chorus]
Walked out the strip, got that thang on my hip
pus*y n*gga better not play with gang, do not slip
Yeah, hop up on that yacht and I go take a trip
Came back with them pounds, came back with them bricks
Came back with them bricks
Came back with them bricks
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy & Trill Sammy]
Jumped out the coupe, then I walked inside the trap (aye)
Posted with my n*ggas, I got automatic straps (uh)
You know that the gang put sh*t on the map
f*ck with gang, n*gga you know you gettin' clapped
You not my homie, n*gga you don't get dapped
Ridin' round town with that strap in my lap
Serving Hi-Tech, lean, act'
Juugin, finessin, when I hop on the track
I got your b*tch, come get your b*tch back
Run up on gang, the bullets gon spray yo ass flat
Yeah, back of the Maybach
Shawty wanna f*ck me then say that
Send a couple shots at your du-rag
[?] cause they filled up with blue racks
[Chorus]
Walked out the strip, got that thang on my hip
pus*y n*gga better not play with gang, do not slip
Yeah, hop up on that yacht and I go take a trip
Came back with them pounds, came back with them bricks
Came back with them bricks
Came back with them bricks