Bricks On The Road

Lyrics

[Chorus: Curly Savv] I whip and I flip and it's sold I put the bricks on the road I call up the plug for a o I get to the money they know I whip and I flip and it's sold I put the bricks on the road I call up the plug for a o I get to the money they know [Verse 1: Curly Savv] Diamonds from Cuba Dope from L.A., I'm steady flexing The crib on a lake She give me top While I'm eating a steak Don't need a hug Make her give me my space Top of the game I'm alone Hop on the court Dribble the ball Shooting a three Then I'm gone Look at the score We got it all You do not know what I did for this shit Used to sleep on the floor with the bugs and the shit Most of these niggas bumping this shit Don't make a move when I'm toting a grip I show no love for the ops I whip and I flip on the block No check when I run from the cops Blow back and I call in a swap [Verse 2: Dah Dah] Lil nigga, don't be a fool Toting Uzis got me on my Ps and Qs Run up on 'em Ima make a move Call him ABC Cause he made the news When he holding D Don't know what to do If the tank on E Ima hop out And I don't give a F if the cops out I'm a G, cause I tote with the Glock out [?] My niggas all strapped And my shit still flow Packs still coming And this shit stay strong And the work still move I just gotta say go Shawty wanna fuck Nigga I can say, "No" Trap still jumping Putting bricks on the road I whip but I flip and I ship to the store I get to the dough Nigga you know [Chorus: Curly Savv] I whip and I flip and it's sold I put the bricks on the road I call up the plug for a o I get to the money they know I whip and I flip and it's sold I put the bricks on the road I call up the plug for a o I get to the money they know [Verse 3: Dah Dah] No, I don't got a record deal I'm too busy running from the cops Playing with my life I gotta stop I be calling drama with the ops Head fucked up I smoke a lot Momma always fussing with my pops If you a real nigga, you will watch We done came up and shake the block Me and Curly That's a manslaughter Groupie bitches Make the fans larger New deals I demand order Middle man Don't make your mans call us Talking money What you talking about? [?] Walk 'em in Ima walk 'em out And Ima stalk 'em to the house So young But I'm still with the commotion Pass me the strap Ain't think I could hold it Beefing in my school everyday Gotta tote it Know I'm from the floss My bitch stay [?] When she ride dick Tell my bitch, "Keep focus" Ops trying to lurk Tell my mans, "Keep [?]" Fuck a red light Spin through, keep going Never jump right, and my shit stay frozen [Verse 4: Curly Savv] Pause Better drop there Deuce for my niggas that's not here Please be aware, don't want it this a hot year We do not speak to the cops there [?] How you hating on the kid I just got here I was trying to chill and work on my tape Niggas fucked up when they said my name Trying to take my clout And get to the fame So much heat And the fans can't wait Whole lot of shots How many can you take? Yeah I go dumb Lil nigga don't play So please just hold on I be moving through the streets I got a pole on me Ain't no stopping So these bitches can't roll on me 1 call and my niggas 'gon go for me They 'gon blow for me