Mr. T

[Intro]

Brr

Ayo, ayo

[Verse 1]

Nike MAG's glow when I tip toe

Fuck you mean, I been dope

Half my shooters sniff coke

With no aim, you better get low (Brrr)

Tackma lettermans with a TEC in it

Feed fuck niggas rope, don't put ya neck in it

Got my troops in Off-White boots

Pulled up, I had my foot hangin' out the coupe (Skrr)

Off-White flannel lookin' like a lumberjack

With the .30 poppin', you don't want none of that

Dsquared apron over these squares

Ronnie Fieg, I need size 9 in every pair

Do a nigga filthy for the right price

Dom Pérignon, the lobster and fried rice

[Hook]

One brick, one brick

All I need is one brick

[Verse 2]

Ayo, drive-bys out of Teslas

Scrape the pots for the extras

Bodies dropping on the regular

Run laps around these other rap niggas for fun

At Fashion Week with the M1, y'all niggas bums

Killer designer, a serial killer

Niggas thought I was just rhymin' iller

Then I pulled out the stick, run ya jewels, run the money

He tried to run and hopped the fence

Tore his back up like Junior, nigga (Brrr)

Filthy rich, wash my sins with Ace

Allahu Akbar, all this work is flake

I'ma be fly forever if the stove work

She sniffin' so much Molly, that bitch nose hurt

I was on the path, getting money on the ave

Fiends Milly Rock, they seeing that my work glass

If shit slow up, I'ma look prettier in a masjid

The cracks in the chip bag, the MAC by the trash

The .45 look big on his forehead

Shot him more times, left that nigga more dead (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Hook]

One brick, one brick

All I need is one brick