Nick to a Brick lyrics

[Intro: LilCJ Kasino]
Death Trap
Go, ayy, go

[Chorus: LilCJ Kasino & Quin NFN]
Young n*gga came from up under them trenches (Under them trenches)
We get the dough, hit the 'bow, then remix it (Skrrt, skrrt)
And everybody pole in here got an extension (Got it, got it, got it)
Pick up the low, get it gone with the quickness (Ooh)
Big chopper that blow at the opps when we spinnin' (Baow, baow, baow)
We want the smoke, you cannot be forgiven (No)
You can get smoked for not mindin' your business
Wasn't havin' no hope, n*gga had to go get it
I used to be broke now my pockets ridiculous (Pockets up)
We move weight like LA fitness (Move)
We racked up like we play tennis (Racks, racks)
You drop a diss, get lynched like Emmitt (Uh)
I'ma act like I ain't in it like Bennett (In it like Bennett)
I stay with a glick, n*ggas hate that I'm winnin' (Hold on, hold on)
I came from the nickel, now a brick on my pendant, n*gga (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
Whole lotta poles on the road like we stripping
It ain't enough hoes at the show, then I'm dipping (Ayy, gone)
Ain't never sold dope but had bowl in the trenches
Lil bro done got faith he put hope in the kitchen (His wrist)
I'm feelin too cold with this sh*t like Bennett (I'm cold)
Diamonds on sulk if the ho like swimming (Diamonds)
These n*ggas hoes and they don't like women
Bro assist me the pole I'ma score like Pippin (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I remember up in the PJs listenin' CJ on replay just tryna get paper (Gang)
I'm runnin' sh*t like a relay, we spin like a DJ, aim a big b*tch at his taper (Grrah)
My lil' partner scammin' like TJ, I swear to God he made a lot from this sh*t, I remember (He on)
She ate me up on the freeway while I was on three-way with bro tryna get it delivered (It's gone)
How you ain't spin but you say you a spinner? Let's get it in that blender ,your momma gon' miss you (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
These n*ggas pus*y, they softer then tissue, pop out where you at and we solvin' the issue (Grah)
n*gga, we official (Hold on, gang, gone)
[Chorus: LilCJ Kasino]
Young n*gga came from up under them trenches (Under them trenches)
We get the dough, hit the 'bow, then remix it (Skrrt, skrrt)
And everybody pole in here got an extension (Got it, got it, got it)
Pick up the low, get it gone with the quickness (Ooh)
Big chopper that blow at the opps when we spinnin' (Baow, baow, baow)
We want the smoke, you cannot be forgiven (No)
You can get smoked for not mindin' your business
Wasn't havin' no hope, n*gga had to go get it
I used to be broke now my pockets ridiculous (Pockets up)
We move weight like LA fitness (Move)
We racked up like we play tennis (Racks, racks)
You drop a diss, get lynched like Emmitt (Uh)
I'ma act like I ain't in it like Bennett (In it like Bennett)
I stay with a glick, n*ggas hate that I'm winnin' (n*ggas hate that I'm winnin')
I came from the nickel, now a brick on my pendant, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: LilCJ Kasino]
Wasn't havin' no help my band independent
Watchin' my step cause I rap what I'm livin' (Rap what I'm livin')
This sh*t they say on that beef is fishy
These n*ggas be broke and they need fixin'
Came a long way, now we up on these n*ggas (Came a long way)
Get rubbed the wrong way we gon' up on these n*ggas (Now)
My plug on the Ye, just went up on the ticket (Huh?)
I might send my ape to go pay him a visit (Hurr)
I pour to much Wock', got my partner all dizzy (Partner all dizzy)
I pull out that Glock, make 'em bop like Diddy (Baow, baow, baow) I been getting that guap, I am not like Milly
n*ggas die every day on the block like Kenny (n*ggas get shot every day)
My n*gga forever, you n*ggas my enemies
We all stick together but none of us friendly (b*tch)
These b*tches be sweatin' us now that we chillin'
We blessed down south with a whole new beginning
From trappin' to jackin' and tackin' Adidas, still playin' with the package but stay out my business (Shh)
They hate that I'm having I don't mean to brag but I'm laughing while cashing on fashion at Lennox (Woah, go)
[Chorus: LilCJ Kasino]
Young n*gga came from up under them trenches (Under them trenches)
We get the dough, hit the 'bow, then remix it (Skrrt, skrrt)
And everybody pole in here got an extension (Got it, got it, got it)
Pick up the low, get it gone with the quickness (Ooh)
Big chopper that blow at the opps when we spinnin' (Baow, baow, baow)
We want the smoke, you cannot be forgiven (No)
You can get smoked for not mindin' your business
Wasn't havin' no hope, n*gga had to go get it
I used to be broke now my pockets ridiculous (Pockets up)
We move weight like LA fitness (Move)
We racked up like we play tennis (Racks, racks)
You drop a diss, get lynched like Emmitt (Uh)
I'ma act like I ain't in it like Bennett (In it like Bennett)
I stay with a glick, n*ggas hate that I'm winnin' (n*ggas hate that I'm winnin')
I came from the nickel, now a brick on my pendant, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil 2Z]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
n*ggas know I got mine out the gutter like bowlin' (Like bowlin')
Lil' b*tch suck the tip of the di*k 'til it's swollen (It's swollen)
They know I'm the sh*t I be all in the colon
Got hit with the starch I ain't doin' no foldin' (No foldin')
I'm staying in LA but this lab what I'm rollin' (I'm rollin')
I'm feelin to cold with this sh*t like I'm frozen (I'm frozen)
Let's go talk to Johnny, let's go get a modem (Grrt)
Came from the nickel, now a brick on my pendants (Baow)
Spent three or four Ps for the rope that come with it (Yeah)
Yeah, we got the gas, but don't get it twisted
Ain't talkin lil' people, we still got the midgets
n*ggas turn into junkies and claim that they reckless
sh*t, not 'posed to smoke, you just 'posed to sell it
You knew what it was when you got in this sh*t
If it ever go left, then you better not tell it (Shh)
If you ain't providing or sliding, lil' n*gga, I promise you 2z ain't no where near you (No)
I got all these racks, but I don't give a f*ck if I got to, I'll still book a flight on spirit, b*tch
Ayy, ayy (Baow, baow)
[Chorus: LilCJ Kasino]
Young n*gga came from up under them trenches (Under them trenches)
We get the dough, hit the 'bow, then remix it (Skrrt, skrrt)
And everybody pole in here got an extension (Got it, got it, got it)
Pick up the low, get it gone with the quickness (Ooh)
Big chopper that blow at the opps when we spinnin' (Baow, baow, baow)
We want the smoke, you cannot be forgiven (No)
You can get smoked for not mindin' your business
Wasn't havin' no hope, n*gga had to go get it
I used to be broke now my pockets ridiculous (Pockets up)
We move weight like LA fitness (Move)
We racked up like we play tennis (Racks, racks)
You drop a diss, get lynched like Emmitt (Uh)
I'ma act like I ain't in it like Bennett (In it like Bennett)
I stay with a glick, n*ggas hate that I'm winnin' (I stay with a Glicky)
I came from the nickel, now a brick on my pendant, n*gga