Half A Brick - Intellectual

[Intro – M. Beezy]

Trust me boy

We had [?] on that hanger nigga

Whip out them motherfucking bangers nigga

We don’t shoot birds, boy

We use the index finger nigga

Trust me (M. Beezy!)

Low key, key figure

Flat boat representer

Trust me baby

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, Ay!

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, K!

Hundred pill, thousand pill, serving major ways

Juiceman and Gucci man make the trap ache

Mr. crack flipper, coke sniffer, graveyard shifter

I keep that clean white for my hook and coke sniffers

Rookies don’t like that fishscale because they lock quicker

Christina Aguilera, had you calling me the fixer

Expert, straight dropping, cocaine whipper

Coke drying to slow, call me the order scale mixer

Baking soda and the [?], this the turn and dripper

Move so many bricks they call it Taylor Hanson down at 6’s

Quarter Brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay!

27 hard and a whole brick of yay

A couple pounds of purple, couple pounds of Red J

A thousand naked ladies gone in a couple days

I got a half a key, Imma flip it in these streets

Make my little money just to blow it this week

And I’m riding sixes, I’m a seven [?]

And my shit convertible so hoes calling me bird

Hoes calling me bird, hoes calling me bird

Before I let her ride I let the ho follow me first

Bitch I’m out of sight, I’m balling at the moon

Try to kiss me in the club, Uh-uh, do it in the room

Got a big dick and my money in the bank

If you got a wet mouth I got some money you can make

I’m smoking swisher sweets, and she sitting with a sin

He a little nigga, the chopper will make him flip

The chopper make him flip, the chopper make him flip

This for Tallahassee nigga, leave young Khalid in this bitch

I got a half a brick, it’s 14 fine

New 4.6 range rove that I drive