Brick Phone (Icewear Vezzo, Lil Flash)

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

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

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

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

II 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 PT from me, but all the bricks on

This brick phone gon' have your wrist phone

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