Lyrics: Nicholas Craven/Boldy James/James Clay Jones III
Music: Nicholas Craven/James Clay Jones III
Yeah yeah
Blockworks
**** is we at with?
Big Craven, 227
ConCreatures
Let's get it
Code word for brick is "White 1s"
My youngin' middle man'd me two pair
Put a one on a one, that’s a friendly game of two-square
Eighty a gram, we ship 'em up quick as the coupe gear
A nigga lay a hand on baby man, we going nuclear
Gave 'em the art of rock climbing, now that's a cliffhanger
Hogtied your ***** up for them blocks and them rectangles
Twas there a game before I ever had my shoes laced
Lеft my phones on the city just so they can losе trace
Lost track of time shooting cee-lo, me and *******
In the jungle, yeah, I run with jackals and I know hyenas
Leaving niggas stiff as a statue if we can't catch you
Blood on his dingy white tee, look like a paint speckle
Thirty-three hun' a day, that's a hundred thous' a month
Was slapping in the country town outta that town and country
Thirty-three hundred a day, that's a hundred thous' a month
Was slapping in that country town outta that town and country
What else?
It ain't no shortages
Put a brick up for adoption, this ain't no orphanage
Project full of zombies, shit looking like a horror flick
Got some dynamite blow, this shit stronger than a quarter stick
Where we at with it? It ain't no shortages
We came up off the bale scales and them scorpions
Let's get it, it ain't no shortages
Still trappin' out that brick house, it ain't no mortgages
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This that Detroiter shit
Where we prey on the weak and pray for the less fortunate
Pistol fit perfect in my pants, clip proportionate
Had to learn to start working my hand and quit forcing it
Stuff the drum in a violin, that's an orchestra
Brick of cane corso, we was trapping out that Corsica
Wrist-breaking records, get 'em for the Shawty L-O
Down in Charlotte with the waters, nigga ballin' like LaMelo
227 Creature Gang, Griselda Fashion Rebels
Spin that bass up so fast, DJ forgot to add the treble
Bet whatever, we gon' wet whoever that we catch together
Disney on ice the way I slide with this double-decker
Turn fifty to a hundred grams, I had to stutter step 'em
Popped up in your city with a half man and chubby checker
Where all the birds flock together, come and pluck a feather
I swirl that A1 yola up until it's bubble letters, let's get it
It ain't no shortages
Put a brick up for adoption, this ain't no orphanage
Project full of zombies, shit looking like a horror flick
Got some dynamite blow, this shit stronger than a quarter stick
Where we at with it? It ain't no shortages
We came up off the bale scales and them scorpions
Let's get it, it ain't no shortages
Still trappin' out that brick house, it ain't no mortgages
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