Boy Brick Squad
This shit the mob, nigga
Cook! Bow bow, Louney G on the track
You know!
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter (you know)
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin' bags down on the counter
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Yeah, you know
When the junkie hit the rock, glass jaw
Migo called my phone, said I need it by the mental tone, yeah, yeah
I'll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah
Trap spot got plenty guns
Sold a hundred pounds, that's a home run
Bust his head for a dirty bird
Charge him thirty-seven for a whole one
Switch his spot, six month run
My flag bleedin' like a nose run
'Bout to crank up a new trap spot
Out in Lil' Rock 'cause that bitch bite
And if a nigga play with my money
Then my young niggas on his ass, duck huntin'
Bringin' quarters back like Andrew Luck
Gotta charge extra if we cook it up
Strippin' bitches countin' money naked
That Lamb' truck, bitch, I gotta have it
Flex! Flex!
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin' bags down on the counter
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Say it twice claycko, claykco
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
You got that lean with the karo
Make that ho leave with a bankroll
I'll put the beam on the K hole
I trap my ass off like Stoney and Hundo
Get off that work like I'm down in Diego
Claycko, claykco, Flocka connected like Lego
Hit up my migo, no Quavo
They send a mil if I say so
Play with the work, gon' be fatal
Hole in your head like a bagel
Residue all on the table
Tourin' and trappin', trappin' and tourin'
Trap house bring in what you pay for that foreign
Made junkies jump from the free throw like Jordan
Watch what you say 'cause you know they recordin'
These roosters I'm servin' don't chirp in the mornin'
Get rid of these babies like we do abortions
I just bought a morgue, I put bricks in the coffin
That's on my flag, nigga
Flocka!
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter (you know)
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Say it twice claycko, claycko
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
I'll put the beam on the K hole
Flockaveli 2
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Boy Brick Squad
This shit the mob, nigga
Cook! Bow bow, Louney G on the track
You know!
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter (you know)
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin' bags down on the counter
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Yeah, you know
When the junkie hit the rock, glass jaw
Migo called my phone, said I need it by the mental tone, yeah, yeah
I'll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah
Trap spot got plenty guns
Sold a hundred pounds, that's a home run
Bust his head for a dirty bird
Charge him thirty-seven for a whole one
Switch his spot, six month run
My flag bleedin' like a nose run
'Bout to crank up a new trap spot
Out in Lil' Rock 'cause that bitch bite
And if a nigga play with my money
Then my young niggas on his ass, duck huntin'
Bringin' quarters back like Andrew Luck
Gotta charge extra if we cook it up
Strippin' bitches countin' money naked
That Lamb' truck, bitch, I gotta have it
Flex! Flex!
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin' bags down on the counter
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Say it twice claycko, claykco
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
You got that lean with the karo
Make that ho leave with a bankroll
I'll put the beam on the K hole
I trap my ass off like Stoney and Hundo
Get off that work like I'm down in Diego
Claycko, claykco, Flocka connected like Lego
Hit up my migo, no Quavo
They send a mil if I say so
Play with the work, gon' be fatal
Hole in your head like a bagel
Residue all on the table
Tourin' and trappin', trappin' and tourin'
Trap house bring in what you pay for that foreign
Made junkies jump from the free throw like Jordan
Watch what you say 'cause you know they recordin'
These roosters I'm servin' don't chirp in the mornin'
Get rid of these babies like we do abortions
I just bought a morgue, I put bricks in the coffin
That's on my flag, nigga
Flocka!
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter (you know)
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Say it twice claycko, claycko
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
I'll put the beam on the K hole
Flockaveli 2
This shit the mob, nigga
Cook! Bow bow, Louney G on the track
You know!
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter (you know)
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin' bags down on the counter
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Yeah, you know
When the junkie hit the rock, glass jaw
Migo called my phone, said I need it by the mental tone, yeah, yeah
I'll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah
Trap spot got plenty guns
Sold a hundred pounds, that's a home run
Bust his head for a dirty bird
Charge him thirty-seven for a whole one
Switch his spot, six month run
My flag bleedin' like a nose run
'Bout to crank up a new trap spot
Out in Lil' Rock 'cause that bitch bite
And if a nigga play with my money
Then my young niggas on his ass, duck huntin'
Bringin' quarters back like Andrew Luck
Gotta charge extra if we cook it up
Strippin' bitches countin' money naked
That Lamb' truck, bitch, I gotta have it
Flex! Flex!
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin' bags down on the counter
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Say it twice claycko, claykco
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
You got that lean with the karo
Make that ho leave with a bankroll
I'll put the beam on the K hole
I trap my ass off like Stoney and Hundo
Get off that work like I'm down in Diego
Claycko, claykco, Flocka connected like Lego
Hit up my migo, no Quavo
They send a mil if I say so
Play with the work, gon' be fatal
Hole in your head like a bagel
Residue all on the table
Tourin' and trappin', trappin' and tourin'
Trap house bring in what you pay for that foreign
Made junkies jump from the free throw like Jordan
Watch what you say 'cause you know they recordin'
These roosters I'm servin' don't chirp in the mornin'
Get rid of these babies like we do abortions
I just bought a morgue, I put bricks in the coffin
That's on my flag, nigga
Flocka!
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter (you know)
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Say it twice claycko, claycko
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
I'll put the beam on the K hole
Flockaveli 2
Writer: Juaquin James Malphurs
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave