First Song Back

[Verse 1]

Flow chilly, smokin on a dro Philly

Car pretty, whole city down with it

Flow chilly, smokin on a dro Philly

Car pretty, whole city down with it

Flow chilly, smokin on a dro Philly

Car pretty, whole city down with it

Mo' millis, competition oh really?

So silly, to think that you could flow with me

Pink diamonds, blue, yellow, black diamonds

White diamonds, can't find noone to outshine me

Hood nigga, hood hoes dream nigga

Mob figga, and bring 'bout twenty triggers

Trapped out, whose stash house is racked out

Stacked up, I lost my count I blacked out

X-ed out, dro-ed up and leaned out

The Rolls out, don't give a fuck I cashed out

Zone 6, yeah bitch I'm on my own dick

I run shit, this my hood and I talk shit

Hey bitch, you gotta slang like 10 bricks

Hit 10 licks, to stand next to Brick Squad, bitch

Bling bling, jeweled up like a young king

So clean, and the flow'll make a ho cream

Red beam pointed at you, better not scream

I stack green, my whole team by all means

Still drankin', smokin' weed that always stankin'

Suicide doors on the Rolls and the Lincoln

Brick Squad, brick boys reach stars

All black cars, all black trucks with black bars

Red laces, red bracelet, fed cases

New places, ain't tryna see no new faces

Hood livin', drug dealin', thug women

Fuck prison, we lean sippin' still sippin'

It's my world, I fucked her once she's my girl

Now yo girl, you bought all types of white pearls

Still talkin', diamond necklace moonwalkin'

Hood flossin', pull up and I'ma ruin Austin

No fakes, off days are lunch breaks

Blunt break, then hit the booth in one take

I'm like Mike, the greatest I need five mics

And five dykes, to sit next to me fight night

You heard right, double back sell the bird twice

I'm so chiste', might lower it to third price

I'm on goal, you want the ball like T.O

But can't blow, cuz you ain't got no cash flow

Tatted up, hand count ain't fast enough

Add it up, four mil in hundreds stash it up

Pool game, twenty thousand dollars rack 'em up

You too lame, too much game to pass it up

Gucci