Joey Fatts - Bricks lyrics

Pounds in the trash, Joey Fatts do the dishes W-w-w-w-Wavecap Music Lil Fressh Beeper King [Hook x2: Joey Fatts] Bricks in the stove, posted with the pump n***as got what you need, so just tell us what you want Choppers leave you n***as slumped, n***as down to ride All my n***as do or die, it's gon' be a homicide [Verse 1: Joey Fatts] Pounds in the trash, Joey Fatts do the dishes Bad b**h, no clothes, cooking work in the kitchen My brother's ain't home cause they on the block pitching Got them birds on the stove, for dinner we eating chickens n***as trill crippin', purple drank' sipping Shoot you with a pistol, my n***a give you the business Like Tha Dogg Pound a n***a stay with bad b**hes Call 'em over, they be straight to the head like Penicillin Got a b**h in the bay, she cook a n***a yay' Base girl bumping Lil B headed to L.A If a coppers in the way, then she load the choppers Helicopters lay you down and you won't make it to the doctor's She a bopper, a freak Hear my name all in these streets All these n***as talking 'bout me so I sleep with my pistol up in these sheets Squeeze will leave a p**y n***a dead Trap be stacking bread, staying low from the fed's Fatts [Hook] [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] Matched on, hammer time Hammered down, shooting TEC's Ric Flair, windmill, hammer jam, uh Percy Miller 'bout it, 'bout it Chopper in the camo pants, call that b**h the ambulance Skirrrt, You gon' need it Check the body count when them little homies start creeping Summer slam, dropping clips Chirp phone, chopping bricks Rose gold, O's froze Watch the wrist, you p**y n***as getting sloppy Got war wounds on my body Plus six shells in my shotty' Catch him slipping and pop him, f** n***a we'll sit you down If them birds fly then we'll flip your town Got a whole train that'll hit the ground Run it, make that b**h cum, four-hundred Day and night and that cut it With that molly, white and that money, uh Bagging knots on that dresser Sell you work on my ? , p**y's folding under that pressure [Hook]