Brick Fees lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Bricks fees)
You know, it's comin' in at like twenty-six, but you know what I'm sayin'? (Transportation costs, been taxed 'em on the brick fees)
I'ma throw six on there, so it's, it's gon' be thirty-two to you, you know? (Taxed 'em on the brick fees)
A b*tch could never play me, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah) 'Cause I switch b*tches just like I

[Verse 1]
Switch keys, GT3 is six-speed
Transportation costs, we tacked 'em on the brick fees (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta watch the way you stack that bread, might get you Swiss-cheesed (Yeah, yeah)
They wanna bury Fred, I'm never scared 'cause n*ggas bleed (Yeah, yeah)
f*ckin' up the kitchenware, scrape the pot, it's stickin', yeah
Pay his fee and get him there, book him with that blicky, yeah
I'm from where you was killin' for Jordans if you ain't get a pair (b*tch)
My hits ain't no attempts, it ain't murder, then I ain't send 'em there (Yeah, yeah, I ain't sendin' them)
No, I ain't send 'em there (No, I ain't send 'em, yeah)
Me and Diego was too broke to hit the club
We was robbin', we sent the b*tch in there (We sent the b*tch in there)
Said, what he spinnin' there? (What he spinnin' there?)
These hoes'll snatch a rapper room keys
Mob through the lobby, we brought the stick in here (Yeah, yeah)
Nominated, investigated, it's simultaneous
Hoes janky, you gotta make court arrangements to see my babies (b*tch)
Most the homies backdoorin' and hoein', they wanna snake me
All this Draco talk, I put hella bodies on this .380, yeah (This .380, yeah)
Ain't have no strap, I let him hold mine (Yeah)
It's funny, I got locked up, I couldn't get n*ggas on the phone when I had phone time (Yeah, yeah, phone time)
Then I dug a gold mine, a gold mine (Dug a gold mine)
Eighteen years, been droppin' jewels, b*tch
And bet nan' n*gga ain't never stole mine (Ain't never stole mine)
I wasn't no killer, but they pushed me (Yeah)
Just breathe in deep and squeeze, don't close your eyes or you a pus*y (Yeah, yeah)
The devil sent the reaper to my door and he never took me (Yeah)
I sent him back with double, smoked the blunt and said, "Good lookin'"
f*ck your b*tch and then I
Switch keys, GT3 a six-speed
Pimp sh*t, f*ck her wants, f*ck a b*tch needs
f*ck a feature, pus*y n*gga, keep your sixteen
I'm flippin' b*tches in the Bentley with the flip screen
n*gga gettin' his chicken up, f*ck that fake rap love
This Rabbit Gang, we ain't cliquin' up
Big Lord, I'm the reason why the young n*ggas throw the three fingers up
What you know about takin' out a whole gang, f*ckin' all the members up?
Call God and I'll send them up, yeah
[Bridge]
Six-speed, f*ckin' on a mixed-breed, yeah, huh
In the six-speed, tell me what the b*tch need, yeah
Check-check, six-speed (Yeah), f*ckin' on a mixed-breed, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Transportation costs, I taxed 'em on the brick fees
Check-check, yeah, yeah (n*gga)

[Verse 2]
n*gga play with my name, gotta switch my game, gotta switch my flows again (yeah)
f*ckin' on one of these Insta' thots, finna crash out with these O's again (Yeah)
n*gga be steadily dissin' me, doin' the most so I can notice him (b*tch)
Mama view your body, I bet she relapse on that dope again
It's timeout for the weak sh*t, I been slow cookin' this beef sh*t
Leave a f*ck n*gga on defense
Throwin' white flags like yellow tape, white sheet sh*t (Yeah)
Made him switch it up, he was on tour rockin' cheap sh*t (HuH)
n*ggas diamonds ain't dancin', mine tear the club up like Three 6 (Yeah)
Too blessed to f*ck with this street sh*t (Yeah)
Nothin' but death come with this street sh*t
This mafia insane, send you this T sh*t (Yeah)
I let all the Lords stay in my crib, on some OG sh*t
Used to sneakin' work into the city, now he wanna sneak diss (b*tch)
Tried to take Khayree under my wing, I tried to sit him down (Yeah)
Free my n*gga Eggo, he f*cked up when he brought Chris around (Yeah)
All the Lords is not your homies, Hussle showed me most them n*ggas clout chasers
Small said he was gon' violate me, b*tch, you ain't got that kind of paper (b*tch)
Finball rollin' (Yeah), opp pack, I'm smokin' (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma flip the Renegade, Rabbit top of the mob, they can't control him (Yeah, yeah)
Pop a n*gga seven days a week, but you easy Sunday mornin' (Yeah, yeah)
With holes all in your church clothes, made 'em scream out, "Holy moly" (Yeah, yeah)
You a di*k rider, you a di*k sucker, f*ck n*gga, keep on chokin' (Yeah, yeah)
'Bout to f*ck a ho with lil' church clothes, make her scream out, "Holy moly" (Uh)
Rest in peace to Lil' Sodi, know you in Heaven still loccin' (Yeah)
I'ma flip the Renegade, Rabbit top of the mob, they can't control him, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Yeah (Big Rabbit, n*gga, f*ck n*gga, top)
I'ma flip the Renegade, Rabbit top of the mob, they can't control him, yeah (Finball, Big Lord, biggest)
Yeah, uh, yeah
Rest in peace to Lil' Sodi, know you in Heaven still loccin', yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
Renegade, Rabbit top of the mob, they can't control him, yeah
Yeah, Biggest Lord, yeah (Yeah, uh)