Brick Fare Lyrics
Oh my God
Oh my God
Yeah
Uh
…let me get a light
Uh, Uh
Yeah
Been a shooter you can look it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
Spit in the pot before he cook it up
Spit in the pot before he cook it up
Been a shooter you can look it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
Spit in the pot before
N***** 17 doing 20 said it ain’t so bad
Nah homie why yo face look mad
I be home by the time I’m 35 just keep the name alive
Post my Instagram and Facebook tag
Keep the manuscript, cashmere sweater cost a trench lookin’ glamorous
Fashion show with Naomi Campbell, smellin’ like cannabis
These bars hit like … with the hammer fists
I gave these n***** verses for free, philanthropists
A lot of ice I call it trophies on my hand and wrists
On may drinkin’ a big bottle
Fuckin; up my pancreas proud of … on my hip I got my Miami bitch
It always been my plan to get rich
Look, I hate when I don’t get the credit for being the guy that raised the bar
And elevated the level for ’em or how to measure and structure your metal for
So suck my dick like I said before, bully vest level four
Been a shooter you can look it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
Been a shooter you can look it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
Spit in the pot before he cook it up
Spit in the pot before he cook it up
That lil’ n**** … 36 and get you what you want
And he start sellin’ crack to his uncle and his aunt
Them old n***** try to run ’em down, like shit was cool wrong
He shot two n***** then he went to school
Don’t post my n***** on Gram, them n***** really kill
They ain’t on internet them n***** really in the field
Them rappers so emotional, they in they feelin’s still
I’m the king and I don’t really give a fuck how n***** feel
You know in the hood, them bitches runnin’ through the crew
Homie said he was burnin’ man that bitch burned me too
I gotta take these pills for seven days and I’ll be straight
Next time I see that bum bitch, I might spit in her face
I got a call today my brother beat his other case
That mean he comin’ home parol gon’ have to reinstate
Ain’t drinkin’ brown tonight I’m only fuckin’ with this ace
Gun right by my bed when I’m sleepin’ so I feel safe
Them n***** talk that street shit real good when they in the studio
Who they foolin’ though? You ain’t ever shoot before
Brick money in the trunk watchin’ for them troopers though
Paint on my sweats, 40’s on that … show
Yeah my Atlanta n***** call it brick fare
Playin’ presidential gold Rolly bitch I’m Rick Flare
Yeah
Been a shooter you can look it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
Spit in the pot before he cook it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
Been a shooter you can look it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
Spit in the pot before he cook it up
Spit in the pot before he cook it up
Good luck with me
Yeah