Ham Bome - Brick Boy Bome

Hey, do you believe (Believe it)
That I'm a brick boy (Brick boy)
Yeah, I'm making this green (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah I came out the bricks, boy
Area full of savages (Yeah)
On the north stay where static is (North)
I know your little bitch she can't have it
Uh huh
(Aye) Getting money I don't need a quote
(Don't need it, don't need it nah)
Hmm, moving stealthy 'cause I got the cloak (I'm always smooth)
I got her traveling with a whole lot of loads (Whole lotta whole lotta bring in it)
Get in there, whipping it, look like I'm driving a boat
Hey
This is the realest it gets (Again)
It the kitchen I'm in it again (Yah)
In the trap I can't be too legit
I'm a stand over the stove and I'll whip it
I'm trying to cook up a chicken
I got a little one with a new arm and he know to pitch
Put him in the mound so his family get rich
Come on start it again (Start it)
I'm in the trap with my friends
Cartier cover my lens
Look here, I got them tense (Huh)
Why do they always pretend
You know we always be winning
Stop all that cap (Stop all that fibbing little)
Bitch nigga, no you ain't with it
I'm a make them believe in this shit
You feel the passion you can see the shit
Yeah, they know I'm a beast with this shit
Hit my line if you need you a brick
And they know we ain't speaking to pigs
Bitch I'm being this way till I'm ending
It's feeling like a life sentence
In the trap I can't be too legit
Getting money I don't need a quote (Brick boy)
Hmm, moving stealthy 'cause I got the cloak (Brick boy)
I got her traveling with a whole lot of loads (Brick boy)
Get in there, whipping it, look like I'm driving a boat
Oh, uh huh
That's your bitch but I'm up in her throat (She gag)
You ask her when she coming home (Huh)
She don't know 'cause she stuck in the zone
Damn, uh huh (Okay)
Got her off that biscotti with Bome (Brick boy)
No, she won't answer the phone (Yah)
'Cause she got my dick in a headlock
You know I'm fucking your bitch off the strength of my dreadlocks (Brick boy)
Feeling like Samson, bring on Delilah I'm making your bed rock
I got 100 new shooters with some new Glocks, they letting off them shots
Chop off his body his head drop
Burning his skin 'cause the lead hot
I'm in the hood everyday
Sit in the shade that's where I make a play
I see them hating it's all in their face
Saying a lot but you won't make a move
Got a new magazine just for the K
Got to watch out 'cause these niggas they fake
Thinking she slimly I'll show her the snake
5 Ps for my roll up (Roll up)
Big Glock, yeah you know what I'm holding (yeah)
Big shot leaving a hole
Big strap put it over my shoulder (Damn)
Thugging until the day over
Leaving it open when you need closure (Yeah)
Big blunt never be sober (At all)
Big cup never be sober (At all, at all)
Getting money I don't need a quote
(Don't need it, don't need it nah)
Hmm, moving stealthy 'cause I got the cloak (I'm always smooth)
I got her traveling with a whole lot of loads (brick boy)

Written by:
Robert Smalls

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