BRiCKS

I go by Q2Coo just in case you forgot I ain't been around the world but I been bending the block See I ain't worried about niggas I'm more concerned with the cops Homie you ain't gotta lie about why you making us stop But f*ck it We gone go head and let that slide I got bigger fish to fry and my plate got sides I got a napkin in my shirt and a napkin in my lap Looking ready to snap and then I just attack Like my skinny ass is fat this just a mother fucking snack These ain't bars these is bricks and you Deebo nigga smack Look at that I'm trying to tell you it's a mother fucking rap Finna cop me some land I'm about to change the fucking map Then imma put some niggas on and we gone bridge these fucking gaps We gone take all them haters and we gone push them to the back Matter of fact we gone leave them mother fuckers where they at And we just gone keep it pushing till they fade into the black Fade into the black I use to get my weed from next door like neighbor where you at Other side of me was PoPo how fucking wild is that And I ain't playing my nigga this is a mother fucking fact And when mama wasn't home the crib turned into a trap Let my niggas bag up and they threw me a couple sacks I ain't never sold a dime but I could roll them bitches fat And I could roll them bitches STAT And I could smoke them back to back