JPZ, you’re a genius
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Rec the Beats
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Came in with a whole lotta money (Lotta money, lotta money)
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Walk up in this muh’fucka lit ('fucka lit, 'fucka lit)
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I’m fresh up off the muh’fuckin' block ('fuckin' block, 'fuckin' block)
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Probably still smellin' like a brick (Like a brick)
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Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick)
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Like a brick (Like a brick)
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I’m probably still smellin' like a brick
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Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick)
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Like a brick (Like a brick)
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I’m probably still smellin' like a brick, smellin' like a brick
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I bled the block, I pounded the pavement (Mhm)
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I had more birdies than the Falcons and Ravens (Mhm)
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A brick is my fragrance, used to keep 'em in basements (Mhm)
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Cook up the candy in a pot or a Mason (Mhm)
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Jars full of residue, that Fred Flintstone, that yabba doo (Mmm)
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Break down the yola the same color as Krazy Glue (Mmm)
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Them folks didn’t notice me, I was sneaky and smart
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I wore these glasses to look like a square and drove a Dodge Dart
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My connection was Spanish, showed me love when I copped
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Used to meet me at Pilot, or Flying J’s Truck Stop
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When I sit in the barber chair, thumper under my apron
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When you havin' your slices, you know these suckaz be hatin'
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Exclusive game is the shit, my custom outfits be lit (Uh-huh)
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My watch cost a hundo, done by Iceman Nick (Done right)
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I sip Prosecco (Sip Prosecco), fuck with edibles (Edibles)
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Smoke CBD and THC medical (Medical), BITCH
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Came in with a whole lotta money (Lotta money, lotta money)
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Walk up in this muh’fucka lit ('fucka lit, 'fucka lit)
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I’m fresh up off the muh’fuckin' block ('fuckin' block, 'fuckin' block)
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Probably still smellin' like a brick (Like a brick)
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Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick)
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Like a brick (Like a brick)
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I’m probably still smellin' like a brick
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Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick)
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Like a brick (Like a brick)
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I’m probably still smellin' like a brick, smellin' like a brick
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Felon, I be bailin' through my hood
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Cutty on them gold ones, got that gellin' in my wood
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Time to get the bag, hit the block and snatch the chef
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I sell each ten whole, let him woom-wop the rest
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Text my bottom bitch, told that ho we havin' company
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She know that mean we cookin', so nobody at her auntie’s
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Old school nigga, still rockin' out the gumbo
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Draco, it’s a Russian, so you know them bullets tumble
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Started out in Humboldt, swabbin' out the snow cap
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Plays with them Boguts and them H-A's, no cap
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Hundred on the buyout, another on the arm
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Hit me on the signal, we gon' meet up at the farm
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Miss with that swag bag, bruh, we don’t do that
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Triple lays only, little homies run through that
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Ever see the king? |
You could spot him by his two straps
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Smellin' like a brick, movin' shit for them blue racks, true facts
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Came in with a whole lotta money (Lotta money, lotta money)
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Walk up in this muh’fucka lit ('fucka lit, 'fucka lit)
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I’m fresh up off the muh’fuckin' block ('fuckin' block, 'fuckin' block)
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Probably still smellin' like a brick (Like a brick)
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Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick)
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Like a brick (Like a brick)
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I’m probably still smellin' like a brick
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Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick)
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Like a brick (Like a brick)
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I’m probably still smellin' like a brick, smellin' like a brick
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One day (One day), I might buy me a Five Guys (Uh)
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A Whataburger, or a Kentucky Fried
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Chicken, I’m havin' my chicken now that I mention
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Right now, I’ma need y’all undivided attention
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I get what I want, you get what you can afford
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When 'm in a virtual meeting, I sit on the board
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I’m havin' my capital, venture capital
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I ain’t local, I’m global, ho, international
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I do what I wanna do, smoke what I wanna smoke
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Practice social distancin', I don’t really fuck with folks
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Thought the boy was solid, he pillow-talkin' sucka stroke
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Bonkers over baby, everybody and they mama know
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I was playin' dominoes and it was on me
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Yeah, 40 had that rocket on him, .223
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Yeah, never out of pocket, don’t believe what you see
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Boy, it’s fire in that hole whenever fuckin' with me |