Chop a Brick (Sad Rockstar)

[Intro] Yeah (LeeBoy on the track) Yeah, we in this bitch high as hell, you know Good kush blunts, good-good Raw's, good 'woods All that shit man (It's the king) I turn they ass up (Trap, trap, trap) [Chorus] Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' Run up on him, .33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen I been ballin', pull up, pull up in Bugatti engines All these bitches on my dick, they know that I'm different (Yuh) Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap, trap, trap) Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen, huh, yeah Bitch, I'm the man, you know how I'm livin', huh, yeah Stackin' all this guap to the fuckin' ceiling (LeeBoy on the track) [Verse 1] Yeah, ayy Stack my guala, my hand on my chopper, huh, yeah Want no problems, huh I came from the bottom, huh, yeah Whippin' alone in that kitchen You know that's how young niggas livin', huh, yeah Run up on me then I kill him I swear that my hand on my Smith and, huh, yeah Roll up a doobie, huh Bitch, she gon' throw me that booty, huh I get all up in that coochie, huh She sucking all through my Louis, huh, yeah That's how it go, woah I fuck your bitch at my show, huh That bitch in love with my glow, huh I told her, "I already know," yeah Look at my wrist, look at my wrist, I'm gon' whip it, yeah Jesse White, on my brit', how I flip it, yeah Fuck your bitch, pop a Xan', I forget it, yeah All these hoes suck my dick 'cause I'm gifted, yeah (LeeBoy on the track) [Chorus] Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap) Run up on him, .33 shoot him, Scottie Pippen I been ballin', pull up, pull up in Bugatti engines All these bitches on my dick, they know that I'm different Chop a brick, chop a brick, bitch I'm water whippin' (Trap, trap, trap) Get his ass, 33, feel like Scottie Pippen Bitch, I'm the man, you know how I'm livin', huh, yeah Stackin' all this guap to the fuckin' ceiling, huh (LeeBoy on the track) [Verse 2] I got them bricks for sell, I got them bricks for sell, yeah, huh I got yo' bitch for sell, I got yo' bitch for sell, yeah, huh Young nigga trappin' still I'm in the kitchen I'm still water whippin', huh Don't give a fuck about niggas or bitches I'm too busy flippin' them chickens, huh Gun on my waist, I put that gun to yo' safe Hop in my Wraith, huh Need that cash out yo' safe Run up on me then I'm shoot and ain't nobody safe, uh-huh Run up on me then I'm shootin', yeah I got my hand on my Ruger, yeah That clip gon' like a ruler, yeah Versace on me like Medusa, yeah [Outro] Huh, yeah, huh Yeah, huh Versace on me like Medusa, uh-huh My clip be long like a ruler, yeah, huh Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh Versace on me like Medusa, uh-huh (LeeBoy on the track) You run up on me then I shoot ya (LeeBoy on the track)