Bricks In My Trunk

I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks
I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks

I'm connected, I'm connected, well respected in the hood
Everywhere that I go I get love from every hood
I got bricks on top of bricks, I got bricks up in my attic
Everybody that I'm serving is a fucking drug addict
I'm a boss, motherfucker, but I ain't no Rick Ross
If I kill your family member, nigga, sorry for your loss
Twenty years old, balling already, got three children
And I spend ten-thousand every month on each one of my children
When I was young, nigga, I didn't know my fucking dad
He's a pussy motherfucker, he was ghosting, yeah, it's sad
I'm a father figure to my children, money to the ceiling
When they kill that nigga Stitches I'm gon' leave 'em with my millions

I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks
I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks

The feds always follow me, they don't give me my privacy
Niggas always snitching on me, niggas always telling on me
Feds watching but Imma always stay fly
Always gotta stay high, fuck 'round, I pull up, drive-by
I got choppers, I got Uzis, bricks of cocaine I'm moving
Fuck with me, boy, you losing, I kill you while you snoozing
I come creeping while you sleeping, they say that Stiches is a demon
Bitch, shut up, swallow my semen, my dick got your girl fiending
I always been real, boy, I never been fake, shout-out to El Chapo that boy just escaped
Free all of my thugs, bruh, free all of my brothers
Everybody making mistakes, everybody wanna eat a steak
Holler at me if you want a brick, I'll front 'em to ya, I don't give a shit

I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks
I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
I got bricks in my trunk and I'm driving in my Porche
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks
Feds follow me everyday but I'm still flipping bricks