Freddie Gibbs Brick Fees
[Intro]
Yeah (Bricks fees)
You know it's comin' in at like twenty-six, but you know what I'm sayin'? (Transportation costs, been taxed 'em on the brick fees)
I'ma throw six on there, so it's, it's gon' be thirty-two to you, you know? (Taxed 'em on the brick fees)
A bitch could never play me, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah) 'Cause I switch bitches just like I
[Verse]
Switch keys, GT3 is six-speed
Transportation costs, been taxed 'em on the brick fees (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta watch the way you stack that bread, might get your Swiss cheese (Yeah, yeah)
They wanna bury Fred, I'm never scared 'cause niggas bleed (Yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' up the kitchenware, scrape the pot, it's stickin', yeah
Pay his fee and get him there, book him with that blicky, yeah
I'm from where you was killin' for Jordans if you ain't get a pair (Bitch)
My hits ain't no attempts, it ain't murder, then I ain't send 'em there (Yeah, yeah, I ain't sendin' them)
No, I ain't send 'em there (No, I ain't send 'em, yeah)
Me and Diego was too broke to hit the club
We was robbin', we sent the bitch in there (We sent the bitch in there)
Said, what he spinnin' there? (What he spinnin' there?)
These hoes'll snatch a rapper room keys
Mob through the lobby, we brought the stick in here (Yeah, yeah)
Nominated, investigated, it's simultaneous
Hoes janky, you gotta make court arrangements to see my babies (Bitch)
Most the homies backdoorin' and hoin', they wanna snake me
All this Draco talk, I put hella bodies on this .380, yeah (This .380, yeah)
Ain't have no strap, I let him hold mine (Yeah)
It's funny, I got locked up, I couldn't get niggas on the phone when I had phone time (Yeah, yeah, phone time)
Then I dug a gold mine, a gold mine (Dug a gold mine)
Eighteen years, been droppin' jewels, bitch
And bet nan' nigga ain't never stole mine (Ain't never stole mine)
I wasn't no killer, but they pushed me (Yeah)
Just breathe in deep and squeeze, don't close your eyes or you a pussy (Yeah, yeah)
The devil sent the reaper to my door and he never took me (Yeah)
I sent him back with double, smoked the blunt and said, "Good lookin'"
Fuck your bitch and then I
Switch keys, GT3 a six-speed
Pimp shit, f..ck her wants, f..ck a bitch needs
Fuck a feature, pussy nigga, keep your sixteen
I'm flippin' bitches in the Bentley with the flip screen
Nigga gettin' this chicken up, f..ck that fake rap love
This Rabbit Gang, we ain't cliquin' up
Big Lord, I'm the reason why the young niggas throw the three fingers up
What you know about takin' out a whole gang, f..ckin' all the members up?
Call God and I'll send them up, yeah
Six-speed, f..ckin' on a mixed-breed, yeah, huh
In the six-speed, tell me what the bitch need, yeah
Check-check, six-speed (Yeah), f..ckin' on a mixed-breed, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Transportation costs, I taxed 'em on the brick fees
Check-check, yeah, yeah (Nigga)
Nigga play with my name, gotta switch my game, gotta switch my flows again (yeah)
Fuckin' on one of these Insta' thots, finna crash out with these O's again (Yeah)
Nigga be steadily dissin' me, doin' the most so I can notice him (Bitch)
Mama view your body, I bet she relapse on that dope again
It's timeout for the weak shit, I been slow cookin' this beef shit
Leave a f..ck nigga on defense
Throwin' white flags like yellow tape, white sheet shit (Yeah)
Made him switch it up, he was on tour rockin' cheap shit (HuH)
Niggas diamonds ain't dancin', mine tear the club up like Three 6
Too blessed to f..ck with this street shit
Another death come with this street shit
This Mafia, insane City, this T shit
I let all Lord stay at my crib, I smoke G shit
Used to sneakin' work into the city, now he wanna sneak diss
Tried to take Kyrie under my wing, I tried to sit him down
Free my nigga Eggo, we f..cked up when he brought Chris around
All the Lords are not your homies, us who showed me most them niggas clout chasers
Small said he was gon' violate me, bitch, you ain't got that kind of paper
Fent ball, rollin', opp pack I'm smokin'
I'ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can't control it
Pop a nigga seven days a week, but you easy Sunday mornin'
With holes all in your church clothes, made her scream out "Holy moly"
You a dick rider, you a dick sucker, f..ck nigga keep on chokin'
'Bout to f..ck a hoe in her lil' church clothes, make her scream out "Holy moly"
Rest in peace to lil' Zody, know you in Heaven still lowkey
I'ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can't control them, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can't control them
Rest in peace to lil' Zody, know you in Heaven still lowkey
