[Verse 1: Andreas Todini]
Came out the club with them bags missin'
Back in the lab get it right back
I'm just tryna get my racks
Focus boy and then attack
These slugs stand up real nice
And you know I gotta a lot of rice
These days gotta know the price
Ice on me like a skating rink
f*ck boy I'm not a f*cker think
I'm just sitting in the club chillin
Your boy hot like shillin
These are the drugs in my pocket
I'm tryna get lifted
Talk about a lot sh*t, that you ain't having you sh*thead
I'm with the squad, we global
Gettin' bigger like snowball
I'm riding, real low, real low
With the duffel bag in the trunk getting skunk
Hot f*cks and you know I went harder than I ever done did do
Worldwide think that I a bit poor
Call up the plug, yes what the issue?, I need 5 bricks 'bout tomorrow
[Pre-Hook: Andreas Todini]
Shot it up, I think I know Kung Fu, ay
I think I know Kung Fu, ay
I think I know Kung Fu, ay
I think I know Kung Fu, chop up the bricks
I think I know Kung Fu, think I
Think I, I think I know Kung Fu, yeah
I think I, think I, think I, think I, think I, think I, think I, think I, think I know Kung Fu
[Hook: Andreas Todini]
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
Gimme the keys and I'll show ya what'da do
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
Gimme the keys and I'll show ya what'da do
Trap with the knife I know Kung Fu
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
I know Kung Fu
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
I know Kung Fu
Chop up the bricks I know Kung Fu
[Verse 2: Andreas Todini]
Meet the hommies at the bando
They wanna talk about some b*tches
I won't talk about cashing out
Ain't no time for this bullsh*t
Real talk, through the progress
I'm just here being honest
Blasting off like Team Rocket
Buying the mall, when we shop in
So I need something from your boy, yeah
We need to get this cash back
So short in f*ck boy's life
Getting money so I ensure lives
I'm light years ahead I'm so far ahead, I swear I get bread on the regular
Looking at me like I'm alien
Rich from the city
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[Verse 3: Tag Shai]
Look at the roof with permission
Sound off need those could veins
Shai Boi flex, no framing sh*t
Light up the sh*t with the propane
Chop up the bricks, put it on my wrists
Chop up the bricks, put it on my wrists
Chop up the bricks, lower the roof
With the bad b*tch flex is a goto
Leave your thoughts outside cause you know I'll be alright
I ride alone
Singing you my favourite song
Air Force 1's they ready
Heartbeat paced
I'm feeling steady
Haunting dogs like I be Freddy
Armoured backpack
Walk around town with a baseball bat
Got 100 stacks' knocked under my waistband
Cause you a b*tch, man
You'll be replaced, man
Bring the squad to the base land
I will feel a home in the flame, man
I'll be probably kissing on laced, man
I'll be talking sh*t with no face, man