Mr. T lyrics

[Intro]
Brrr!
Ayo, ayo

[Verse 1]
Nike MAGs glow when I tip toe
f*ck you mean I been dope?
Half my shooters sniff coke
With no aim, you better get low
Tackma lettermans with a TEC in it
Feed f*ck n*ggas rope, don't put ya neck in it
Got my troops in Off-White boots
Pulled up, I had my foot hangin' out the coupe
Off-White flannel lookin' like a lumberjack
With the .30 poppin', you don't want none of that
Dsquared apron over these squares
Ronnie Fieg, I need size 9 in every pair
Do a n*gga filthy for the right price
Dom Pérignon, the lobster and fried rice

[Hook]
One brick, one brick
All I need is one brick

[Verse 2]
Ayo, drive-bys out of Teslas
Scrape the pots for the extras
Bodies dropping on the regular
Run laps around these other rap n*ggas for fun
At Fashion week with the M1, y'all n*ggas bums
Killer designer, a serial killer
n*ggas thought I was just rhymin' iller
Then I pulled out the stick, run ya jewels, run the money
He tried to run and hopped the fence
Tore his back up like Junior n*gga
Filthy rich, wash my sins with Ace
Allahu Akbar, all this work is flake
I'ma be fly forever if the stove work
She sniffin' so much molly, that b*tch nose hurt
I was on the path, getting money on the ave
Fiends Milly Rock, they seeing that my work glass
If sh*t slow up, I'ma look prettier in a mask
The cracks in the chip bag, the MAC by the trash
The .45 look big on his forehead
Shot him more times, left that n*gga more dead
[Hook]
One brick, one brick
All I need is one brick