On Some sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Quilly & Filthy Rich]
Aw yeah (hey, Filthy, what up!?)
Stand up n*gga (no doubt)
We gon' get this bag!

[Chorus: Quilly]
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood right? I'm on some sh*t
You know this my hood right? Catch you on some sh*t
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah

[Verse 1: Quilly]
You could let a n*gga eat wit you, he still tuckin'
You could give that b*tch the whole world, she still f*ckin'
Popcorn it, 62 it, the pot bustin', straight oil
Smokers skinny as David Ruffin
Haines Street Hustler, catch the smoke right out the muffler
You a di*k rider, block hopper, c*ck (?)
5 30s like after (?) my shot disgusting, 6 Os of tussin'
Don't touch me, baby, I'm touchin'
17, Filthy gave me a quarter brick, told me to "run wit it"
"Just holla at me, when you're done wit it, let's have fun wit it"
I'm in the field like a scrimmage, crack house; landlords
Smokers is the tenants, made a quarter mill of (?)
Ask Pun, ask (?) ask Big, I'm a trapper turned rapper
That's word to my adlibs
I dropped that Egg foo young and bring that Wok back out
I'm in my feelings b*tch, percs makin' my mood change
(?) in the Glizzy, Lil Uzi wrapped around boot strings
Red bottom walkin', new kicks; Liu Kang
I got that PNB Rock in the pot; no new lane
[Chorus: Quilly]
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood, right? I'm on some sh*t
You know this my hood, right? patch you on some sh*t
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood, right? I'm on some sh*t
You know this my hood, right? patch you on some sh*t
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah

[Verse 2: Filthy Rich]
They call me "F" (?) off the (?) n*gga naw
No stains on my jersey, nothin' like ya'll
I do it for them dudes shackled, behind the walls
They praying Hilary do what she say and change the laws
And, I ain't bout to rap bout no flashy fly sh*t
I'm chasin' right now, really ain't got sh*t
My name, my word, my balls, that's it
This sh*t real for real, keep that ladder on my hip
Impatient in the hood, lot of n*ggas' frustrated
Either the powder losing or numbers outrageous
Got inboxes, 30s the teenagers, arms artillery
9s and 12 gauges. Stop worryin' bout him n*gga
Go get yours, try better yourself, identify yourself
You're not a boss till' you make it to where your whole team floss
If I don't know sh*t else, I know shooters win wars
Do your homework n*gga, nothin' less than real
It's like Philly been soft since Drake crushed Meek Mill
I'm tryna restore the (?), (?) or the steel
Got lawyer money, bail and I drafted my wheel
[Chorus: Quilly]
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood, right? I'm on some sh*t
You know this my hood, right? Catch you on some sh*t
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah