Chop A Brick

Yeah

(LeeBoy On The Track)

Yeah, we in this bitch high as hell, you know

Good kush blunts, good, good Raw's, good 'woods

All that shit man (It-It-It-It-It's The King)

I tear they ass up, huh (Trap, trap, trap, trap)

Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap)

Run up on him, .33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen (Vroom)

I been ballin', pull up, pull up in Bugatti engines (Motha' Fucker, skrrt)

All these bitches on my dick, they know that I'm different, yeah (Yeah)

Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap, trap, trap)

Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen, huh, yeah (Vroom)

Bitch, I'm the man, you know how I'm livin', huh, yeah (Yeah)

Stackin' all this guap to the fuckin' ceiling, huh (LeeBoy On The Track)

Yeah, ayy, stack my guala, huh, my hand on my chopper, huh, yeah

Want no problems, huh, I came from the bottom, huh, yeah

Whippin' alone in that kitchen, you know that's how young niggas livin', huh, yeah

Run up on me then I kill him, I swear that my hand on my Smith and, huh, yeah

Roll up a doobie, huh, bitch, she gon' throw me that booty, huh

I get all up in that coochie, huh, she sucking all through my Louis, huh, yeah

That's how it go, woah, I fuck your bitch at my show, huh

That bitch in love with my glow, huh, I told her, "I already know," yeah

Look at my wrist, look at my wrist, I'm gon' whip it, yeah

Jesse White, on my brit', how I flip it, yeah

Fuck your bitch, pop a Xan, I forget it, yeah

All these hoes suck my dick 'cause I'm gifted, yeah

Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap)

Run up on him, .33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen (Vroom)

I been ballin', pull up, pull up in Bugatti engines (Motha' Fucker, skrrt)

All these bitches on my dick, they know that I'm different, yeah (Yeah)

Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap, trap, trap)

Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen, huh, yeah (Vroom)

Bitch, I'm the man, you know how I'm livin', huh, yeah (Yeah)

Stackin' all this guap to the fuckin' ceiling, huh (LeeBoy On The Track)

I got them bricks for sell, I got them bricks for sell, yeah, huh

I got yo' bitch for sell, I got yo' bitch for sell, yeah, huh

Young nigga trappin' still, I'm in the kitchen I'm still water whippin', huh

Don't give a fuck about niggas or bitches, I'm too busy flippin' them chickens, huh

Gun on my waist, I put that gun in yo' safe, hop in my Wraith, huh

Need that cash out yo' safe, run up on me then I'm shootin' ain't nobody safe, huh

Run up on me then I'm shootin', yeah, II got my hand on my Ruger, yeah

That clip gon' like a ruler, yeah, Versace on me like Medusa, yeah

Huh, yeah, huh

Yeah, huh

Versace on me like Medusa, huh

My clip be long like a ruler, yeah, huh

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh (Huh)

Versace on me like Medusa, huh (LeeBoy On The Track)

You run up on me then I shoot ya

(LeeBoy On The Track)