[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Quarter brick Cubana cost a chicken, we be really brickin’
Something like a vendor with them tenders and them finger-lickings
Make you walk the plank, know my niggas take it overboard
Concreature, drug zone, 76 overlord
Hell block, Curtis curb-side ’til the service dry
Southfield, raw still, north M-39
First come, first serve, whoever was first in line
Still servin’ nines, the work cleaner than some turpentine
In the towers on the rooftop with the gargoyles
Hit the powder with the woo-wop, he like it hardboiled
Two zips in the pineapple Fanta, five hundred
Me and cutty in that Dawn, blue Skittles, gettin’ blunted

[Chorus: Boldy James & Stove God Cook$]
Thousand pills in the rented, in the hills gettin’ money
Sellin’ grams for a hundred, niggas still gettin’ fronted
Caught up in the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle
A natural, only nigga get the work through El Paso
Thousand pills in the rented, in the hills gettin’ money (Uh)
Sellin’ grams for a hundred, niggas still gettin’ fronted
Caught up in the devil’s lasso, whippin’ that pack for that cash flow (Uh)
Only nigga with more bricks than a castle (Uh)

[Verse 2: Stove God Cook$]
Four hundred thousand in the Panamera (Four hundred thousand)
The water foggy white, but the pot clear (Woo)

Threw the kilo off the ropes, hit it with the chair
Once the money there, it get weird
I had the feds tapdancin’ in my ear before Rick Rubin had a beard (Woo)
Before Mac felt it in the air (Rrah)
I had my youngin squeeze the MAC
Snatch your spirit out of your Amiri (Brr), it’s gettin’ scary (Bah-bah-bah)
Fourteen carat gold shovel when they bury you (When they bury you)
These niggas all milk, no cereal (All milk, no cereal)
If it’s less than thirty-six Cheerios
Please don’t hit me, I been stayin’ very low, clearly you know (Clearly)
Bein’ this lit get you snitched on (It do)
Bein’ too greedy, get the whip wrong (It do)
Forget about lil’ bruh and ’em get you switched on
Medusa crest on the chest got stitched on

[Chorus: Boldy James & Stove God Cook$]
Thousand pills in the rented, in the hills gettin’ money
Sellin’ grams for a hundred, niggas still gettin’ fronted
Caught up in the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle
A natural, only nigga get the work through El Paso
Thousand pills in the rented, in the hills gettin’ money
Sellin’ grams for a hundred, niggas still gettin’ fronted
Caught up in the devil’s lasso, whippin’ that pack for that cash flow (Uh)
Only nigga with more bricks than a castle

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