LAYIN BRICKS

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yea, BVDLVD Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Flip a brick, then I build on that I done too much shit, I keep me lookin back On some over shoulder shit, on some one-eyed Kip Smoking on this stick, where it fucking hits Please, God, have mercy on my spliff Let it stay lit even when the wind wants a bit I pray to you that you keep that shit intact If you don't keep it intact, you can take it back Best believe I just drugged my whole show (Don't tell the bouncer) Big bag of brownies for you (Just take one and fuck off) No you are not getting two I took one it felt like I blew Fuck them man at Wheatley All the bullies they used to tease me They layin' bricks, I drop a brick on a TV I got a brand new house in the city, with the lights And a bitch who treats me right, yeah I'm the only one making noise Had to make a hunnid K and flip it for my fuckin' boys Yeah, I flip it for my boys Yeah, I flip it for my boys Yeah, yeah, yeah Boy I don't deal with no crap You a loser, drug user, don't want nothing with that You so stupid, you think I do this shit for some racks? I don't get out of bed if it don't make me a plaque What's with that? I predict that you a fag I predict your music bad You will never beat the LVD You ain't ever getting bags You ain't ever gonna spaz like me Told my bro hold this flow, I'ma wrap this beat Fuck them man at Wheatley All the bullies they used to tease me They layin' bricks, I drop a brick on a TV I got a brand new house in the city, with the lights And a bitch who treats me right, yeah Yeah That treats me right That treats me right, alright, alright, alright Yeah, yeah Ah, fuck, I'm locked in again Gotta write my songs with a pen Got pin point precision and I'm pointing at them, at you Yeah you do what I do, what you do is doo-doo (Duh-duh-doo-doo) You layin' bricks all day, but me? Nah I'ma get my money any which way With the way you look, you could make your bitch gay With the way I look, I could take your bitch, bitch, bitch, lol Don't make my finger fuckin' itch You could never say, that I ain't self made Made myself, spinnin' tracks like a beyblade Aye, aye, aye Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah