Half A Brick

[Intro – M. Beezy] Trust me boy We had [?] on that hanger nigga Whip out them motherfucking bangers nigga We don’t shoot birds, boy We use the index finger nigga Trust me (M. Beezy!) Low key, key figure Flat boat representer Trust me baby [Hook – M. Beezy][x2] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, Ay! Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, K! Hundred pill, thousand pill, serving major ways Juiceman and Gucci man make the trap ache [Verse 1 – M. Beezy] Mr. crack flipper, coke sniffer, graveyard shifter I keep that clean white for my hook and coke sniffers Rookies don’t like that fishscale because they lock quicker Christina Aguilera, had you calling me the fixer Expert, straight dropping, cocaine whipper Coke drying to slow, call me the order scale mixer Baking soda and the [?], this the turn and dripper Move so many bricks they call it Taylor Hanson down at 6’s Quarter Brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay! 27 hard and a whole brick of yay A couple pounds of purple, couple pounds of Red J A thousand naked ladies gone in a couple days [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 – Rick Ross] I got a half a key, Imma flip it in these streets Make my little money just to blow it this week And I’m riding sixes, I’m a seven [?] And my shit convertible so hoes calling me bird Hoes calling me bird, hoes calling me bird Before I let her ride I let the ho follow me first Bitch I’m out of sight, I’m balling at the moon Try to kiss me in the club, Uh-uh, do it in the room Got a big dick and my money in the bank If you got a wet mouth I got some money you can make I’m smoking swisher sweets, and she sitting with a sin He a little nigga, the chopper will make him flip The chopper make him flip, the chopper make him flip This for Tallahassee nigga, leave young Khalid in this bitch I got a half a brick, it’s 14 fine New 4.6 range rove that I drive [Hook][x2]