Lyrics: Frank Childress/Divjot Anand
Music: Frank Childress/Divjot Singh Anand
Yeah, nigga
Where the bricks, where the blow?
Nigga, yeah
Where the bricks, where the blow?
(Where the bricks, where the blow?)
(Ayy, man, Comethazine up in this shit, nigga, know I'm piped the **** up)
B***h, b***h, yuh, ayy
Where the bricks, where the blow?
(Where the bricks, where the blow?)
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand nigga but he gone (Yeah)
Where the bricks, where the blow?
Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose
Now I gotta smoke these **** niggas on my own
These niggas actin' tough but turn b***h over a ho (nigga)
(I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
Boy, I would never go, I **** that ho,
B***h, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!)
Then make her go (C'mere!)
And b***h, I got your phone,
That b***h talkin' tough, yes,
Wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)
I can hear it in his tone (nigga!)
I might just **** around and sock him (nigga!)
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'ma pull a Biggie Smalls, nigga, don't know who shot 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
And I'ma let him keep his shit 'cause I'm rich,
If I shoot and I miss, I bet one of my guys got him
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand nigga but he gone (Yeah)
I ain't gotta rob him
Where the bricks, where the blow?
Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose
Now I gotta smoke these **** niggas on my own
These niggas actin' tough but turn b***h over a ho (nigga)
(I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
Boy, I would never go, I **** that ho,
B***h, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!) then make her go (C'mere!)
And b***h, I got your phone,
That b***h talkin' tough, yes,
Wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)
Where the bricks, where the blow?
Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose
Now I gotta smoke these **** niggas on my own
These niggas actin' tough but turn b***h over a ho (nigga)
(I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
Boy, I would never go, I **** that ho,
B***h, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!) then make her go (C'mere!)
And b***h, I got your phone,
That b***h talkin' tough, yes,
Wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)