Bricks

Pounds in the trash, Joey Fatts do the dishes W-w-w-w-Wavecap Music Lil Fressh Beeper King [Hook x2: Joey Fatts] Bricks in the stove, posted with the pump Niggas got what you need, so just tell us what you want Choppers leave you niggas slumped, niggas down to ride All my niggas do or die, it's gon' be a homicide [Verse 1: Joey Fatts] Pounds in the trash, Joey Fatts do the dishes Bad bitch, no clothes, cooking work in the kitchen My brother's ain't home cause they on the block pitching Got them birds on the stove, for dinner we eating chickens Niggas trill crippin', purple drank' sipping Shoot you with a pistol, my nigga give you the business Like Tha Dogg Pound a nigga stay with bad bitches Call 'em over, they be straight to the head like Penicillin Got a bitch in the bay, she cook a nigga yay' Base girl bumping Lil B headed to L.A If a coppers in the way, then she load the choppers Helicopters lay you down and you won't make it to the doctor's She a bopper, a freak Hear my name all in these streets All these niggas talking 'bout me so I sleep with my pistol up in these sheets Squeeze will leave a pussy nigga dead Trap be stacking bread, staying low from the fed's Fatts [Hook] [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] Matched on, hammer time Hammered down, shooting TEC's Ric Flair, windmill, hammer jam, uh Percy Miller 'bout it, 'bout it Chopper in the camo pants, call that bitch the ambulance Skirrrt, You gon' need it Check the body count when them little homies start creeping Summer slam, dropping clips Chirp phone, chopping bricks Rose gold, O's froze Watch the wrist, you pussy niggas getting sloppy Got war wounds on my body Plus six shells in my shotty' Catch him slipping and pop him, fuck nigga we'll sit you down If them birds fly then we'll flip your town Got a whole train that'll hit the ground Run it, make that bitch cum, four-hundred Day and night and that cut it With that molly, white and that money, uh Bagging knots on that dresser Sell you work on my ? , pussy's folding under that pressure [Hook]