Uno dos tres Cuatro cinco seis The plug just hit me with 10 bricks And it’s on the way Got to thank Jesus Man I cannot lose He flying off from Mexico You know what I’ma do
He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Hooh!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Toma!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Yeah, yeah!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Shsh!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (God damn!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Toma!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Yeah, yeah!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA
I ride the Masi today I ride the Bentley tomorrow I’ma fuck her, she a model She’ll bust it for a follow Pull on your block with a 2-2-3 Leave your brains in the street My niggas starving, let ’em eat Turn your food, have a feast Still riding ’round with a chopper Hit you in the head when I pop up Leave a hole in your head, call the doctor Got shooters on shooters, who shot ya? Pull up in the jet with a real check I got rich, I’ma flex Broke nigga you a mess I bought a Rollie, diamonds wet I can tell you a ho I don’t talk on Instagram, I got too many O’s These old rappers tryna steal my old flow Sipping the lean and I pour a four Hit me with the bricks like TOMA In the kitchen, you can smell the aroma Put a hole in your head like a donut I been walkin’ ’round flexing ’cause I’m froze up Uno, dos, hit a jugg with the plug on the boat I’m the plug in a hood with the coat Y’all niggas ain’t seen no blow Yeah, for real though My niggas walk ’round with the AK, in the field though
Uno dos tres Cuatro cinco seis The plug just hit me with 10 bricks And it’s on the way Got to thank Jesus Man I cannot lose He flying off from Mexico You know what I’ma do
He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Toma!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Yeah, yeah!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Toma!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Hooh!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Shsh!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Damn!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Woah!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA
Plug don’t speak no english He don’t really like speaking to gringes Man I’ll show you all the packs off eBay All I do is just trap and play 2K ‘Cause a young nigga trapping off the phone I hit her once and the bitch keep calling I ain’t picking up if you ain’t got no guap Trying to love the internet and the bad blocks Stop fronting man your pictures don’t be here Stop fronting man you don’t serve chickens All night we be trapping out the motel New plug say he got it all wholesale Pull up like oh my God Then pull off like oh my God PayPal how we trapping online When I swipe I don’t ever decline Throw the package up, you ain’t gotta sign Fall in love boy, I don’t got time If you looking for a love go find it VVS’s all my motherfucking diamonds Bricks in the stash house, that’s the white house Got a young nigga feeling like Obama When I swipe I don’t ever decline Throw the package up, you ain’t gotta sign Fall in love boy, I don’t got time If you looking for a love go find it VVS’s all my motherfucking diamonds Bricks in the stash house, that’s the white house Got a young nigga feeling like Obama
Uno dos tres Cuatro cinco seis The plug just hit me with 10 bricks And it’s on the way Got to thank Jesus Man I cannot lose He flying off from Mexico You know what I’ma do
He hit me with the bricks like TOMA He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Yeah, yeah) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Toma!) (Yeah) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Nice baby) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Shsh!) (Aw yeah) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Toma!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA (Uf, uf, uf!) He hit me with the bricks like TOMA
She said she wanna give me the chocha All I really wanted was the coca I gave her the D now she falling asleep Now I got her ass in a comma Nigga got beef better hold up I got that thing make you blow up I got that thing make you back track You don’t want none’ you better back back I got them bricks in a backpack No fake shit, nigga real rap All you niggas fake and you riff raff I’m talking ’bout bricks, you ain’t got that Forty for the bricks I get them In your girl’s pussy yellin’ touchdown Diamonds straight dancing like Chris Brown If a nigga want diss he gon’ get rounds
Ay, ay, he hit me with the bricks like TOMA I left all the fiends in a coma With whipping I got a diploma I was loving the paper but hate the aroma I whip ’em, I whip on my own, I’m a loner Wait, they think we don’t whip it in Britain? There ain’t enough time in this rhythm for me to break down all the bricks that we’re splitting The pyrex is dripping I season the chicken, I cook it so different In the foreign I’m sitting Just driving, collecting the papers the mission Said they fuck with me cause I’m a street nigga But don’t fuck with me cause I’m a street nigga Thinking London is sweet nigga Niggas knock you off of your feet nigga BXB, this is G4 Talk racks and I speak raw See feds on that high road Man I have to take a quick detour This is trap life, yeah we’re in and out My niggas live this, you can’t make it up Grab a brick then we break it up Consign then we chase it up (Yeah we consign then we chase it up) Give ’em one taste, I bet it wake ’em up (Give ’em one taste, I bet it wake ’em up) I cop a Valentino then I lace it up