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This that [?] kush shit

My girlfriend think she president Bush, bitch

Hell yeah, and I'm gone off that lean shit

My brother Duke keep on sendin' me that green shit

**** jail, Gucci time, man I'm hood rich

I'm in that Zone 6, I throw it like the first pitch

My yellow 'Rari in the front and I parked it

A black chick in some heels match the carpet

I'm pullin' up to the club like I own it

Ain't with that bullshit, Gucci don't condone it

My tolerance get low with the flexin'

I woke up, bought my main chick a Lexus

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I be the brick squad youngin', leave you stankin' like a Funyun

On these other rap nigga's toes like a bunion

I'm BS, and you BS, but I'm Brick Squad, you the Bull Shit

Pistol like my chaperone, we goin' on a school trip

Places that you never seen, blowin' on that stupid green

Rollin' on a stupid beam, hit the scene in limousines

****ers and Promethazine, diamonds in my pinky ring

Nigga what the **** you mean?

Brick Squad, dream team

I got money to blow, naw, I ain't Drizzy

Money make the world go 'round, that's why I'm dizzy

Standin' behind Gucci, Flock, they like "Who is he?"

Slim Dunkin in this muh****a, cut the chizzy

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It's Big Gucci, excuse me while I ball

Until my release my nigga, no lights out

Lights out, creep on in silence

Why do I promote violence while nonviolent?

Why my tattoos smilin'?

To remind me of the time they robbed me with no problems

Now my problem solvin' is revolvin' around all these continents

And my company stretch from here to Compton to Bouldercrest

But brother [?] say, "Bompton"

That's somethin' to those who have nothin'

No bluffin', Brick Squad, no cuffin'

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