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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SkipSkool
SkipSkool
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SkipSkool
SkipSkool
Composer
Brick God
Brick God
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neal & Alex
Neal & Alex
Producer

Lyrics

I see how you move I ain't impressed You wanna hate, be my guest No debate all my bricks the best The way I handle bars like a bmx No stress too wavy I got the sauce like gravy Straight out the Eight Yo pour up the Henny I heard it's a party When the 8 in the building You gonna feel it we goin' retarded Ayy Ayy She want the molly Uuuh Don't get me started We goin burn this whole crib down by the mornin' I said, lights out but I still shine like a lighthouse They ain't with us kick em right out Yo leave that here or we goin fight now Ayy Ayy Whiplash Head banger like whiplash I want broken bones, I want ribs smashed Aint no goin home till the crib trashed Talk to my plug he showin me love We speakin in riddles like haikus I got a buzz like Raichu Said that I wont but really I might do Moonwalka like michael Through the night Got the blade on my right too Fuck a threat on the internet Boy Ima see you real life soon Still got a case but I'm tryna get this paper Fuck the DA Just moved out my place I know that I shouldn't But I wan' get back in the game I just got frisked two times in a day, they tryna pin another felony Blockin me from takin flights they still thinkin that they gettin me Its fuck the state My bro just took a charge for me They tryn get the better of me Oh I cannot let it unsettle me And the feddis hatin cause I'm still at large I'm feelin great cause I'm free How we became enemies Talkin bout some jelousy Cut you off you was leechin Most of them bitches is fiendin Hit my celly when they need me, uh I be out any evening, holla at Jas and we schemin Fuck the feddis they be treechin Actin like they got a reason Got aquitted, bitch I'm leavin None of my brothers was speakin Bitch im retarded Im off the henny nah dont get me started Brought in the bricks and I flooded the market Get your OG an' he told me he sorry I fucked his BM and he dont even know it Guess now he know it, I'm movin nasty Stopped sellin coke so don't even ask me That was last year an' I'm tryna stay classy Feds on my dick allways tryna harass me I heard it's a party When the 8 in the building You gonna feel it we goin' retarded Ayy Ayy She want the molly Uuuh Don't get me started We goin burn this whole crib down by the mornin' I said, lights out but I still shine like a lighthouse They ain't with us kick em right out Yo leave that here or we goin fight now Ayy Ayy Whiplash Head banger like whiplash I want broken bones, I want ribs smashed Aint no goin home till the crib trashed
Writer(s): Brick God, Skipskool Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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