Brick Phone

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] There's only one thing I know certain That's that I'ma get my clique on I'm in the kitchen gettin' my wrist on Don't call your bitch, I bet your bitch gone See this spot here just serve one purpose In twenty minutes thirty bricks gone On my prepaid cell, so yeah my brick phone Designer drugs, I got your bitch on [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Panamera cost eighty grand Born in the 80s, I'm the 80s man Yellow rollie cost another forty Sit it on the table, that's a table dance Fuck the talkin', I just want the acky I'm the drank God, bitch say "amen" I be countin' chicken that's two hundred strong Bitch I'm everything that I say I am Meet me and Wap, yeah we trap for real On the block, and the trap for real Zone 6 to the 6, nigga Five rights, I'ma crack a seal These niggas, I don't crack a smile You don't know my hood, niggas jack to live Got more screw than your rapper deal I just stack my ends off of crackin' pills [Chorus: Gucci Mane] There's only one thing I know certain That's that I'ma get my clique on I'm in the kitchen gettin' my wrist on Don't call your bitch, I bet your bitch gone See this spot here just serve one purpose In twenty minutes thirty bricks gone On my prepaid cell, so yeah my brick phone Designer drugs, I got your bitch on [Verse 2: Lil Flash] G-Got three iPhones and two flip phones That's what I like to flip on I flip it like a gymnast Lil' bitch your bricks is what you sit on I-I know one thing that's for certain If you look wrong, I'ma blow ya That's me and yo bitch, and that molly and some coca Off a Xan bar I might fall over and doze off Bricks in the trunk, can't see no road block She don't want exotic drugs while I'm on my brick phone Blowing gas like Citgo while balling just like Jim Jones On that bubble flow, got Timbs on Now I can not tip-toe I slice you just like Kimbo I taste Xans just like mentos Ten-four, police comin', I jump out that window Out back is the Limo, if you scoot we shoot your dimple You wanna P.T. from me, but all the bricks on This brick phone gon' have your wrist phone [Chorus: Gucci Mane] There's only one thing I know certain That's that I'ma get my clique on I'm in the kitchen gettin' my wrist on Don't call your bitch, I bet your bitch gone See this spot here just serve one purpose In twenty minutes thirty bricks gone On my prepaid cell, so yeah my brick phone Designer drugs, I got your bitch on