Brae Breezy - 100 Bricks

I'm just tryna get my bread, not to in to the politics
Pop out fresh as fuck, niggas think I sold a hundred bricks
Yo bitch wanna fuck, I'ma let her suck all on this dick
4nem hoppin' out for twenty bands, they bound to get you hit

Brody rock out, he go crazy with that drum
Suppressors on our blackouts, you can't hear us when we come
Roll a 3-5 in a blunt, and you know it's all runts
Choppa hit him in his back, leave that nigga with a hunch

We gon' leave that nigga on the news, choppa knock him out his shoes
Actin' hard, boy that's not cool, your goofy ass look like a fool
Diamonds water like a pool, call your bitch to come pull through
I be fresh just like some gum, she can taste it when she chew

All them goofies that done tried me, wish you'd come try me now
A nigga get up in my lane, I'll make his ass reroute
I told him, sit back, I'll drive, you run in and then out
A hunnid shots, yeah, ten a piece, ain't no way they can limp out

Get him up, he leaking out, 4nem crazy, tweaking out
We gon' pull up fast as fuck, nigga, like a NASCAR
Get him up, he leaking out, 4nem crazy, tweaking out
We gon' pull up fast as fuck , nigga, like a NASCAR

I don't got no more love for these bitches
I don't know how niggas getting away with all this snitching
And all the dick riders, tell them stay up out my mentions
Real mob ties, we have you swimming with the fishes

But we all sharks, nigga, run up on them
All them niggas saw was a dark figure, uh
Too much money in my bank, what's that, six figures
What's that, seven figures

What's that, eight figures
What's that, nine figures
I got ten figures, ten figures in my bank account
What's the bank amount

I was thumbing, then I lost the damn count
I'm like, bitch, shut your mouth, you messed me up
Finna get a money counter now, cause I can't keep it up
Got her all in love with me now, she said that I beat it up

And I'm way too far from niggas, niggas slacking and not keeping up
We a sparking nigga, if he really wanna try his luck
Try your luck, nigga, it's a lucky day
Nigga gon' get hit up with this kay, now it's a dirty kay

I call your bae, she like, hello, Brae, ask if I'm okay
I'm like, hell yeah, but not your boyfriend, left him on his face, uh
She like, that's okay, uh, cause I got you, bae
Left that nigga in the ground, now it's a closed case

I'm just trying to get my bread, not to in to politics
Hop out fresh as fuck, niggas think I sold a hundred bricks
Yo bitch wanna fuck, I'ma let a suck all on this dick
4nem hopping out for twenty bands, they bound to get you hit

Written by:
Braedon Britton

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