3rd Little Piggy

[Intro] Where we at? Bo Jackson (Blockworks) Uh-uh, uh Let's get it (227) [Chorus] Five birds in the spizzy, nine hundred a zip Wide turns in the Bentley, double cup full of tricks (Where we at?) Line of syrup in the Mistic, double drum in the stick (Yeah) Somethin' like the third lil' piggy, I'ma fuck with them bricks (Brickies) Slicin' birds with the rizzy, cut a rug on the Mitch (Ayy) Iceberg with the glizzy, hundred plus on my wrist (You know it) Wise words to my niggas who be dumpin' them grits Somethin' like the third lil' piggy, I'ma fuck with them bricks (It's Blocks) [Verse] I'm so ghetto out in Bali, rocking Cold Devil (Yeah) Rose gold bezel on the Presi' like a rose petal (Cha-ching) Picked brodie up from the station, everything on schedule (Where we at?) No pressure, Satan want my soul, but that's sold separate (What else?) Told nephie, "All this shit gon' get to you, but don't let it" (Uh-uh) "'Cause what they didn't tell you is them pistols come with four letters" (Doo, doo, doo, doo) Can't even blame him, man, his father ain't even know better The D.A. recommended prison, no probation, no telly (Uh-uh) Got no chili to fight the case and he can't in no sweater (He can't) Bond set at a milli', that ain't makin' it no better (I swear) Went from nickelin' and dimin' to gettin' hit with bricks on consignment Now he known as the neighborhood wholesaler (Got him in) Blow scaler, two cars tailin' behind the low trailer (Skrrt, skrrt) Quarter ticket around his neck, white gold Dweller (Bling) Still on the Belvi' stuffin' Russians with a whole seven (Yeah) Told Melly, "Loc, hit me with ten chirps of that Woah Nelly" (That girlie) [Chorus] Five birds in the spizzy, nine hundred a zip Wide turns in the Bentley, double cup full of tricks (Where we at?) Line of syrup in the Mistic, double drum in the stick (Yeah) Somethin' like the third lil' piggy, I'ma fuck with them bricks (Brickies) Slicin' birds with the rizzy, cut a rug on the Mitch (Ayy) Iceberg with the glizzy, hundred plus on my wrist (You know it) Wise words to my niggas who be dumpin' them grits Somethin' like the third lil' piggy, I'ma fuck with them bricks (It's Blocks)