Carl Escobar - Brick, Booty, Bills lyrics

[Intro] Well here we go with a story for you all Got a motherf**er hanging like a clock on the wall Dryer than a towel when all his friends left Took a wrong turn into d**, wars, and theft [Verse 1] But he ain't ever been a good kid to start with Got a motherf**er sick off the lean and acid drip That he takes while on his shift and allow his mind to drip And bring positivity, nah n***a, f** that sh** Cuz in this world a lot of 18 year old n***as tryna strive Or just tryna stay alive and I'm that type of guy Yeah that kept me alive, though your b**h is shy I'll let her order her food while I cum in her eye And I'm praying for a brick, booty, and them dollar bills n***as know I never chill when I try and make them mils They telling me that I'm the realest n***a in the game Though I f** with Taylor Gang and listen to a little Wayne Mutherf**er stop, cuz I ain't even into fame People tryna soil my name, bullets flowing to they brain (Damn) You can tell that a n***a gone insane Blowing out like Kurt Cobain when your girl screaming my name (UH) [Break 1] Alright, verse 2 Alright, let's do this [Verse 2] 2 am thinking 'bout life and then Drown myself in alcohol and Ritalin Socking b**hes in they face Teaching them they place but I don't really wanna hate I just wanna get on time Like am sorry for the wait (Yeah) Fast beat, slow tune, looking at the moon Then I slowly spoon your b**h in the afternoon I don't give a f** and I probably won't anytime soon (Yeah) Get my zippo lighter and a couple friends Run around town and start a couple friendly fires No this n***a not for hire, swag Set the world on fire b**h don't hate, admire Cuz you might be the realest n***a til I show Yeah I got that polo flow but know ain't for the low This beat and verse got them n***as all like "whoa" Like your girl when I penetrate her hole, black [Break 2] Yeah, you already know, let's get it [Verse 3] Getting trippy in my mind, gotta stimulate my vibe So please don't blow my high, just tryna get the dollar signs f** a b**h once or twice, don't take me for no f**ing nice Guy, gotta go before this hoe swallow up my load Of mollies and zanies, Mary and yogurt b**h I ain't Mac Miller, my blue slick like thriller, trick Carl Escobar got it going on though Stepping at the club, Adele, setting fire to the floor Aye, swag, I ain't got no f**ing problems 'less you count bad b**hes, then I got a f**ing problem Why I refer to these songs? I ain't got a clue I could start with TV shows, then I guess I'm Doctor Who Who the f** is that? I don't even watch TV Except for Monday night RAW, you don't even see me Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag [Break 3] Yeah, Carl Escobar TBA, to be announced We're done here, that's it