B.R.I.C.K.S Lyrics

Ayy, Jack, why we got so much hard shit, bruh

I got a brown pepper bag with that dope in it

Ready for whatever come with it

AMG Benz with your hoe in it

Mini AR with Fomo in it

I'm slayin' bozos, you come get a package from me

And can't sell it, you stuck with it

I ain't talkin' bout no money, I ain't talkin' bout no rings

You can cut the convo, I don't fuck with it

B, B for the blow that I'm cookin

R, I'm a vet, never no rookie

I, that's for the ice that I'm rockin

That interstate where I be traffickin', pushin

C, C for the cash I be gettin

That K for them K-1 we use when we spendin

S, S for the gas that I'm smokin

With stubbles, you playin', no, we standin' on beatin

Brown pepper bag, I got dope in some baggage

I can flip two at one time like some padded

Residue all in my hands, I look ashy

Only time I get happy

AMG Benz with your hoe in the passenger

Put them VVs in your face like it's acne

I'm servin' J30 shots in my magazine

And still amassed up like a fuckin' unwrapped

Don't know what you heard, ain't talkin' no money

Then move on, I'm bout to brick like a new home

Still, still buzzin' zeros off of Alvin, my new phone

Old 100's got my racks lookin' two-tone

Kitchen counter bust a P on

I'll ride Balenciaga's with my feet on

Cook, cook the key, put my fee on

No play with the money, you gon' be gone

I got a brown pepper bag with that dope in it

Ready for whatever come with it

AMG Benz with your hoe in it

Mini AR with some hoe in it

I'm slayin' bozos, you come get a package from me

Can't sell it, you stuck with it

Ain't talkin' bout no money, ain't talkin' bout no rich

You can cut the convo, I don't fuck with it

B, B for the blow that I'm cookin

R, I'm a vet, never no rookie

I, that's for the ice that I'm rockin

That interstate where I be traffickin', pushin

C, C for the cash I be gettin

That K for them K when we use, when we spendin

S, S for the gas that I'm smokin

With stubbles, you play, know we standin' on business