Brick City Shit Lyrics

Drive the Two-door like it's stolen, Told her buckle up bitch

We don't fuck with Rap niggas

Won't press up on no bitch nigga

We press up on real hitters

Brick city got them Real Killers

It's so crazy, you were just fanned out but now you a hater

We know you know we the best, really you don't gotta say it

Niggas made gang with the leeches, Niggas made gang with the Fakers.

We got Brand Deal conversations on the fucking table

We got niggas so mad doing what they not able.

Sauca just hit a big Cheque, thinking bout the bentayga

Show me a 100K then maybe we can talk later

Grrr, We'll shoot this bitch up, just say

Don't let the Trap get Raided

Pop Star life, X Rated

You fuck IG models, My bitches come from the Runway

Can't go big on my big with my gang lil nigga there's no way

Purple and Yellow my Codeine

K1llbrady and Lilnosebleedd

Go to the bank they know me

All of the Bad hoes know Bleedd