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Westside Gunn

Brick After Brick

 

Brick After Brick


Damn, right
Ayo (So, woo!)
Ayo

We started off with the vase, all black
Laying in the bushes, had to wait for him
Triple beam scales look swell, we had eights on him
Undercover Valentino with the space on it
Who them dope dealers in them four-door GTs?
Break off the roof with the AR-15 (Boom!)
Fifty shots later I was feeling much greater
Bodies dropping, this shit was like a lay up
You ain't never sold double ups until you came up
Gianni plates, seven grams on the razor (Woo!)
Free Sly, they gave my nigga life in the wake up
Kiss machine gun in his casket, pray he wake up
You ain't never piss Ace on a wake up (No!)
Ayo, a hunnid K, all drug money
[?]
Took the ski mask off so you know who shot you
Everything designer, [?] body bags
[?] suitcase look like karate class

Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick

Ayo, I built this shit brick by brick, lick by lick
Run it like Jesse Owens but my kicks by Rick
I multiplied it, now the G Wagon a six by six
Shooters come with two of 'em, treat the sticks like Twix
I'm good with numbers, I just met a chick five-six
And showed her how to stand tall, like a six-five chick
They wonder where I lay my head and stick my dick
It's not yo' cheese, don't worry how I dip my chip
I'm in the Maybach sipping Veuve, let me sip my rich
While I lay back watching movies, like my whip's I pick
I dreamed about this as a juvie, and now this my shit
I whipped it up just like a smoothie, yeah I wrist my shit
Switch that shit, when I shoot I swish that shit
For the cheddar I'm a monster, I will swiss that shit
With a mozzarella stick, I know this watch is hella sick
They threw diamonds up in it, like a Roc-A-Fella pic' (Bitch)

Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick

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