Bricks & Bags

(专辑： Montega - 2022)

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was selling dope, boy (Dope, boy)
The Butcher coming, nigga
Should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was selling coke, boy
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
You know how this street shit go

What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny
I grinded accessibly, put rocks on the neck of me
This coupe I got from Doupon, registry
The standard of hammer, in my all rooms, I get a new Glock every week
My old bitch think I'm too rich to send an Uber
My new bitch wanna get pieces made for my jeweller
Drive-by's with rugers, twenty racks for the shooter
The FBI heard I can make cocaine like I'm Scooter
The letter told my nigga in jail, told him he blessed
He said, "You gotta hold us down, you the only one left", yeah
Responsibility come with the opportunity
Don't want no crooked preacher lying in my eulogy
Hoes think they using me, I got her out the country eating beautifully
Spent a couple hunnid on her charcuterie
War endorsement, war with law enforcement
'Til my long full of Maybachs and small Porsches
Let's go (Haan)

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was selling dope, boy (Dope, boy, Montana)
I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was selling dope, boy (Haan)
I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was selling coke, boy (Coke, boy, Montana)
I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was selling coke, boy (Coke, boy)

Coke Boys charged double in the drought
Hack busted in her stomach, started foaming out the mouth (Woo)
On strays, broad day, think they like sweet
And my youngin got the K like Skeet (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Before you try and surf, let the wave break (Break)
Let the cake bake (Bake)
Talking summers, I done had a whole decade straight (Haan)
Her eyes dilated, we gon' miss dinner
She don't eat, like her manager was Kris Jenner (Ah)
Need a brick in a brown bag? Sign to me
Never let nobody live in your mind for free (Ah)
And when you get tested, you get your answers
Block pitching, jumping like Miles Bridges (Uh)
Could have signed to Cash Money but I was getting cash money
Nick, game floor seats, next to Van Gundhi (Ah)
Coke Boy co-founder, head cracked like I was nose-diving
At the met gala with no stylist, haan (Ah)

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was selling dope, boy (Dope, boy, Montana)
I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was selling dope, boy (Haan)
I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was selling coke, boy (Coke, boy, Montana, haha)
I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was selling coke, boy (Coke, boy)

Yeah, they hit niggas with the RICO (Uh-huh)
The only drill he ever been on was from Home Depot (Haha)
It's never your enemy, it's always your own people (Yeah)
Pride was the reason he died, no ego (No ego)
You know me, you know me, the don Jada (Yeah)
I'm out there, morning shit for the Montega (Woo)
Work touched down, I sold it, I ain't hold it (Uh-uh)
Twelve hours, hand to hand, no COVID (Nope)
We just rubbing bands, the money, we don't fold it (Never)
As far as the account of me goes, we control it (We control it)
You have a lil' luck if you came up (Uh)
Ask me, fentanyl is fucking the game up (Hmm)
You get your chain jumped, just play the game proper (That's it)
Playing with your nose or is you a fane popper? (Fane popper)
Knocking off half in zips, just another day at the office
Bags and bricks, what's up? (Haan)

I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was selling dope, boy (Dope boy, haan)
I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was selling dope, boy (Dope boy, haha)
I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was selling dope, boy (Dope boy, don't worry about it)

I was selling it all, haha