30 Bricks

By Gleesh

On Free Wop

Released on October 17, 2015

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[Intro: Gleesh]

This is a DolanBeatz production

Huh, ha

Do

Chea, ha

Gleesh

Chea, chea, huh

In the mornin', It's nine in the mornin'

Ay, chea, ha, chea, ha, chea, haha, chea

Early in the mornin', in the mornin'

(Gleetchie) Uh-huh, ay


[Verse One]

Early in the mornin', It's nine in the mornin'

I won't give a damn, we ain't cooking no baloney

Working my pot dog, heavy gook activity

Boof batch infinity

Lean bottles limited

Before you bring the work, please tell me what the ticket is

Twenty two five on the block, well I'm kicking shit

Busting down blocks

Selling fat rocks

Me and Dolan in the booth, giving it all we got

I'm a pharmacist dogg, cuz I'm messing with thе goop

Sell cocaine on the block, shawty sеll boof

Kick a door, kick a door

Lay 'em down, lay 'em down

That's them pussy niggas come from otherside (ay)


[Hook]

Gleetchie man I'm richer than a forbes (ay, ay)

Every time I get goop boy it's gourmet (chea)

Playmaker, but we play dirty

We from the cleanside and we still working

I fuck with sosa cuz they beefing with the farmer

But ya know we still got bags of marijuana

He put hubcaps on his baby mama honda

Thirty pints in a all white hummer


[Verse Two]

Boof bag that's a quarter p, Gleetchie favorite recipe

Junkie think he spinning but I really think he scamming me

Just another nigga slanging goop bottle (goop)

Boof bag, goop, got water (water)

I got money falling out my pocket

I smile cuz I know the feds watching (ching, ching)

Gleetchie man, got to call me Gleetchie

Thirty pints I got cuz this weekend (ay)

I got thirty pints, only twenty more to go, kick a door, kick a door, anything to make it go (go)

I was in the junior high selling boof they miss me

A hundred pounds coming Wednesday


[Hook]

Gleetchie man I'm richer than a forbes (ay, ay)

Every time I get goop boy it's gourmet (chea)

Playmaker, but we play dirty

We from the cleanside and we still working

I fuck with sosa cuz they beefing with the farmer

But ya know we still got bags of marijuana

He put hubcaps on his baby mama honda

Thirty pints in a all white hummer