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