I Got the Brickz ft. Trauma Lyrics

I got the bricks

On my back and we moving

Fuck how these rap niggaz do it

The real back in style, what happened music

This for my dogs, behind dems wall

Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs

Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all

I got the bricks

On my back and we moving

Fuck how these rap niggaz do it

The real back in style, what happened music

This for my dogs, behind dems wall

Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs

Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all

I got the bricks, yeah

In a duffle that’s Louie

You want it then coolie

Meet at the docks, then cop some top from a hoochie

Smothered in Coogie

How I play in these streets, my momma can lose me

If you pull it then shoot me

Flashing ya gun, only good in the movies

That shit get you killed

Ya melon get pealed, by Gz in the field

I’m keepin it real, They blasting the steel

Beat the appeal

Then back on the streets where they thirst is fulfilled.

My shooters, dying to kill

Bitches, dying to feel

Play, the card that i deal, I shoot for a Mill

Have you niggaz ever shot for a meal

I bet you have not, Thicken the plot

Stirring the pot, Expanding a knot

Slick as fox, Strong as a ox

This gun metal glock, Fresh out the box

Pushing the blocks, Inferno the block

Feeling like pac,When niggaz send shots

I gotta be hot, like it or not

Don’t be a hater, just give me my props

Connecting the dots, to cop me a drop, nah

Put my niggaz on so my city is hot, yeah

Only pussy niggaz are back stabbers

Watch the slave own his masters

Got paperwork for you cracker bastards

And fuck those that look pass us

I got the bricks

On my back and we moving

Fuck how these rap niggaz do it

The real back in style, what happened music

This for my dogs, behind dems wall

Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs

Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all

I got the bricks

On my back and we moving

Fuck how these rap niggaz do it

The real back in style, what happened music

This for my dogs, behind dems wall

Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs

Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all

Trauma, I know you bitch niggaz heard of me

Did it all from shootouts to burglaries

Been chase by the cops in my city

Got opps in my city, they still tryna murder me, bang

Woo, oh you wanna see a shot to the head

Tell my lil brother go empty the clip

He like Trauma, he already dead

Fuck it, just suffer instead

Aint nobody next to me scared

You heard what I said

I'm from the city that's covered in red

Take ya lil ass to bed

I don't wanna talk to a nigga that's fed

Oh you heard what I said

She let me fuck wit her kid on the bed

Show her no sympathy

When I was in prison, they didn't remember me

So I give off that energy

Me and my bro was facing like ten a piece

Wanna do me like Kennedy

R.i.p on the gram, ain't no one gone mention me

So I show em no sympathy

They mad cause i'm ballin, they callin' a penalty

Herb got me rockin', I hit the pack in the studio noddin

And I move like a goblin

This rap shit don't work, then I swear i'd be robbin

And my young niggaz slidin'

You ain't outside man you know you be hiding

You ain't outside man you know you be hiding

I got the bricks

On my back and we moving

Fuck how these rap niggaz do it

The real back in style, what happened music

This for my dogs, behind dems wall

Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs

Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all

I got the bricks

On my back and we moving

Fuck how these rap niggaz do it

The real back in style, what happened music

This for my dogs, behind dems wall

Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs

Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all