[Intro]
Cicero on the beat
Yeaaa
That trap way shit n***a
You know how we trappin'
Z Money

[Hook]
You want a brick, I got the key, I charge forty-six
Smokin' piss, that stanky shit, shout out hood rich rip
I'ma vice lord, but I fuck with crips, four five on my hip
Gucci dipped, I just left from Phipps, they ain't got shit
Takin' trips, Glock it take ya limbs
I don't know shit, plead the fifth
Straight A catch my drift, F.N catch these tips, (yeaaa)
Eighty-thousand on me so stop askin' why I got a limp
All these bitches on me got 'em askin' why he not a pimp

[Verse 1]
I got T.V.L's, that's gon' kill
Screamin' Long Live Neal
Mercedes-Benz I popped it on the curb, Verde on the wheel
Tear off at Wet Willie
What, what real, is I really deal
Trappin' in the hood, I'ma hero just like Emmett Till
But this hero here, dropped ten bands, get a n***a killed
Like that in the field
He's not like that, he ain't off a pill
Would he really kill
That's the question, Would he, would he drill
Send him on a drill
Gettin' us fucked up, now y'all take a L
Dope dealer now you can't tell, look at my car, and how I smell
I'm feelin' myself
With no help, but I got the bail
He came in his cell
Steady flodgin' like he got the bail
He robbin' his self
He ain't flodgin' 'cause I need some bails
[Hook]
You want a brick, I got the key, I charge forty-six
Smokin' piss, that stanky shit, shout out hood rich rip
I'ma vice lord, but I fuck with crips, four five on my hip
Gucci dipped, I just left from Phipps, they ain't got shit
Takin' trips, Glock it take ya limbs
I don't know shit, plead the fifth
Straight A catch my drift, F.N catch these tips, (yeaaa)
Eighty-thousand on me so stop askin' why I got a limp
All these bitches on me got 'em askin' why he not a pimp

[Verse 2]
Buscemi my belt, Buscemi my boot
Her purse Chanel, a Bentley my coupe
Just comin' to serve it 'cause I set bail
We came in with Kel's and him and his shooters was high as hell
If I ever fail i'm back in O.T.A and sellin' bails
But I can't fail
My stove is so real, I got a tick
Just send 'em to here
Ain't worried 'bout that I got dope to sell
Can't wait on no mail
I'm goin' to get it, drive it back myself
When I get there
I'm taxin' n***a I got top shelf
They like, fuck, hell, Chicago got a lotta' heroin sales
They like, fuck, hell, Chicago got a lotta' bullet shells
When you go there
Take your gun, cause it's guns everywhere
When you go there
Take your drugs, 'cause junkies everywhere
[Hook]
You want a brick, I got the key, I charge forty-six
Smokin' piss, that stanky shit, shout out hood rich rip
I'ma vice lord, but I fuck with crips, four five on my hip
Gucci dipped, I just left from Phipps, they ain't got shit
Takin' trips, Glock it take ya limbs
I don't know shit, plead the fifth
Straight A catch my drift, F.N catch these tips, (yeaaa)
Eighty-thousand on me so stop askin' why I got a limp
All these bitches on me got 'em askin' why he not a pimp