作词 : Frank Childress/Divjot Anand
作曲 : Frank Childress/Divjot Anand
Yeah, *****
Where the bricks, where the blow?
*****, yeah
Where the bricks, where the blow?
(Where the bricks, where the blow?)
(Ayy, man, Comethazine up in this *****, *****,
Know I'm piped the **** up)
Where the bricks, where the blow?
(Where the bricks, where the blow?)
*****, *****, yuh, ayy
Where the bricks, where the blow?
Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand ***** but he gone (Yeah)
Now I gotta smoke these ***** *****s on my own
(I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These *****s actin' tough but turn ***** over a ho (*****)
Boy, I would never go, I **** that ho,
Then make her go (C'mere!)
*****, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!)
And *****, I got your phone,
Wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)
That ***** talkin' tough, yes,
I can hear it in his tone (*****!)
I slapped him with the chrome,
Then put a bullet in his dome (C'mere!)
My all white Air Force 1s gotta be fresh
Or I can't rock 'em (I can't rock 'em)
If he step on these,
I might just **** around and sock him (*****!)
Dangle that boy over a ledge and then I drop him (Bye!)
Shoot a bullet straight to his head,
I solved the problem (Boom, boom!)
Not going back and forth on the 'Gram,
I had to block him (No)
Rather catch him lackin' in public and then pop him (C'mere!)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him
I'ma pull a Biggie Smalls, *****, don't know who shot him
If I shoot and I miss, I bet one of my guys got him
And I'ma let him keep his **** 'cause I'm rich,
I ain't gotta rob him
Where the bricks, where the blow?
Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand ***** but he gone (Yeah)
Now I gotta smoke these ***** *****s on my own
(I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These *****s actin' tough but turn ***** over a ho (*****)
Boy, I would never go, I **** that ho, then make her go (C'mere!)
*****, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!)
And *****, I got your phone,
Wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)
Where the bricks, where the blow?
Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand ***** but he gone (Yeah)
Now I gotta smoke these ***** *****s on my own
(I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These *****s actin' tough but turn ***** over a ho (*****)
Boy, I would never go, I **** that ho, then make her go (C'mere!)
*****, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!)
And *****, I got your phone,
Wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)