[Intro: Poppy Bricks & Boldy James]
Just get it gone
Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone (Get it gone)
Max spoonin' up the grits, it's Mr. Quaker Oats
Keep baggin' that shit up and just keep it gone (Get it gone)
Six hundred grams in one night, need a new minute phone
Keep baggin' that shit up and just keep it gone (Get it gone)
Just get it gone (Just get it gone)
[Verse 1: Poppy Bricks]
To the people I miss, I'm still here
Transitional lens, I see clear
Still don't fuck with you and them niggas around there
Why I got the pocket rocket inside the Moncler
Stay in trouble, fits get one wear
Feds got a picture of me wanted in a one-pair
Had braids, now you see me out with cut hair
Seen through the smoke just to see it's only us there
Made it to the top just to drop it in the double-R
If I can't valet, I'ma double-park
Fuckin' with Bricks, tell the cops bring the tape and chalk
Everybody seen it, but you couldn't get a statement off
Shootin' dice in the hood, Marc Jacob on
Ice in the pinky ring look like a glacier stone
With your girl, but tonight, I'ma send her home
Deleted all the pics, you go through her phone
Free' said, "Even though what we do is wrong
Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone"
Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone
[Chorus: Boldy James & Poppy Bricks]
Max spoonin' up them grits, it's Mr. Quaker Oats
Always vowed to keep a bad bitch and never break the oath
Takin' quotes of them numbers, I need a better price
Can front you a cut, but you still gon' want a bigger slice
Once again, it's the life and what come with this shit
Tryna see a hundred million plus when I'm done with this shit
Six hundred grams in one night, need a new minute phone
Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone (Get it gone)
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
My niggas quick to rob you, hit a lick, then unalive you
Get your crib remodeled if you get to snitchin' in that module
Fifties in my goggles, keep that extension in my throttle
Limpin' with a hobble, niggas slippin', get hit with a hollow
Fifth of Reposado, blue tips in the clip big as the nozzle
Two bricks in the Tahoe, sippin' Trissy with the biggest waffle
Bitches thick as Latto, get sent on missions to Chicago
Said she didn't swallow, now I got her pissin' in a bottle
Listenin' to Rylo, lost every real nigga that I know
Flippin' bricks, it ain't no different from distributin' the vinyl
Fit for the survival, hands-on, that's on the rival
Know shit get tricky on the dance floor, but this ain't no recital
Could've writ a novel 'bout all the trips I had to follow
All the risks I ever took, I damn near lived in a Econo
Could've been a wino, but now I'm richie like I'm Lionel
Keep a couple pops lined up on the 6 at the McDonald's
[Chorus: Boldy James & Poppy Bricks]
Max spoonin' up them grits, it's Mr. Quaker Oats
Always vowed to keep a bad bitch and never break the oath
Takin' quotes of them numbers, I need a better price
Can front you a cut, but you still gon' want a bigger slice
Once again, it's the life and what come with this shit
Tryna see a hundred million plus when I'm done with this shit
Six hundred grams in one night, need a new minute phone
Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone (Get it gone)
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