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Bricks in the fender bender Jump out the Sprinter and jump in the rental They think they with us Dope man with the bricks, nigga, not a pretender Slide up in a Bentley Continental Hood nigga, can't move without my pistol Hungry, nigga, eat the chicken to the gristle Trap nigga stay sacked like the crystals Can't help it, I grew up in the slum Everybody strapped up, Vietnam We got the choppers and bombs I answer my door with my gun I grew up by roaches and bums Got a migo on the way with a ton I smoke so much cookies, so pray for my lungs I'm whipping them chickens, I'm breaking my arm They call me Pablo, I be working the water Came from the mud and the dirt and the slum My ministry sack can't stay in the mall I'm trapping, trying to get the Biggie ball I'm serving the junkies, they going numb Trap house bunking, it be doing dumb Got a 80 my stash in my Avalon I remember serving at the marathon Chicken niggas, serving them at the back of the mall SongtexteGot too much money, put a stash in the wall Bricks one pound, well, we handing it all Bust it down, wipe the candle with Lysol Pack on me that'll cut your lights off [?] the only thing around me soft Got your bitch [?] with my [?] I go stupid dumb like a retard [?] shit, with the bands on each card Bricks in the fender bender Jump out the Sprinter and jump in the rental They think they with us Dope man with the bricks, nigga, not a pretender Slide up in a Bentley Continental Hood nigga, can't move without my pistol Hungry, nigga, eat the chicken to the gristle Trap nigga stay sacked like the crystals Can't help it, I grew up in the slum Everybody strapped up, Vietnam We got the choppers and bombs I answer my door with my gun I grew up, I rode to the bond Got a migo on the way with a ton I smoke so much cookies, so pray for my lungs I'm whipping them chickens, I'm breaking my arm Hood nigga, know I move with the strap I grew up with the bombs and the racks [?] Or how about the sprint of your bitch, 'bout to rip her Can't come to my hood if you're a pretender I got them bricks in the fender bender, I ain't no beginner Eat from the slums like the chicken, the gristle Fuck that you say that you miss her Flipping the patties, they talking 'bout crystal With Givenchy, the Balmain [?] Started from nothing in the hood, worked for nic Ice, ice, I whip it up different Snipers on top of the roof of the building Beat it on the block, they say I'll make a killing MONY POWR RSPT world, if it ain't, then a nigga kill it Dumping that rack, make your bitch drop the ceiling I'm rich off them drugs, I've been getting it Bricks in the fender bender Jump out the Sprinter and jump in the rental They think they with us Dope man with the bricks, nigga, not a pretender Slide up in a Bentley Continental Hood nigga, can't move without my pistol Hungry, nigga, eat the chicken to the gristle Trap nigga stay sacked like the crystals Can't help it, I grew up in the slum Everybody strapped up, Vietnam We got the choppers and bombs I answer my door with my gun I grew up, I rode to the bond Got a migo on the way with a ton I smoke so much cookies, so pray for my lungs I'm whipping them chickens, I'm breaking my arm Aus Songtexte Mania