Tripé - Brickz & Mortar Lyrics

Woah woah woah woah woah

They doin business in the trap Call it mortar, bricks (Mortar Bricks)
That pack put them on the map
They need more of it (More of it)
Four of them foreign glocks in The back of the foreign whip (Foreign whip)
They Pack them gats in the bag
Ammo stored in clips (Stored in it)

Aimlessly aimin at strangers
What is you sayin?
They ain't waiting
For you to finish praying
They just gon break in
Like aye man
And start spraying
N**** amen
Twist up they fingers
They banging
Twist up they weed and
They baking
Slanging in the basement
If they name in the air, air out This b**** they gon make it Vacant
Move that brick then divide the Dough
At times they do not lie low
They hit a lick in the light so
Gotta off them n***** cause they Might know
Slide them in the back of the Truck
Show a slideshow of how tonight Gon go
They gon see that AK in sight Bro
Then that AK go psycho

They doin business in the trap Call it mortar, bricks (Mortar Bricks)
That pack put them on the map
They need more of it (More of it)
Four of them foreign glocks in The back of the foreign whip (Whip whip)
They Pack them gats in the bag
Ammo stored in clips (Load that s***)

Back to my ways I go
I'm blowing the smoke the dope
I'm in the streets the guns I tote
We study them head to toe
I'll take off your head your dome
You know it ain't no joke
At least I would hope
That pistol my best friend fa sho
Me and the Smith and Wesson Go hand and hand
But me and these n***** go toe To toe
Oh no
That n**** was snitching
He blew my lid off
I had to blow the lid off
The n****
It's a stick up
We gon pick the stick up
And present the present
Of you getting lit up
I ain't with the bicker so homie You better not slip up
Won't hesitate to pull the trigger
For me I know heavens gates Ain't gon wait
I'm tryna put food on the plate
That's why
I'm moving that weight
While intoxicated
Cops starting investigations
Death done already separated
Me and my n***** and they Cannot reincarnate
I really do miss bruh
He got shot in the brain
I done lost half of the gang
Fall 7 times get up eight
I'm just here to honor the ones That can't

They doin business in the trap Call it mortar, bricks (Mortar Bricks)
That pack put them on the map
They need more of it (More of it)
Four of them foreign glocks in The back of the foreign whip (Skrrt skrrt)
They Pack them gats in the bag
Ammo stored in clips (Blrrr woo)

In the trap they sellin dope or Coke or
Whatever u need to relax or relapse
Off the narcotics they need that
N***** OD or get gotten I've Actually seen that
To the n***** who done lost a Homie, got caught by the police, Done sipped you some codeine
You come from the ground, done Sold you some loud
Don't lose yourself now
You can figure it out
You selling the weed or Xannys Or Percs
Anything that makes them not Hurt
Shit I guess whatever works my N****
But It ain't worth it
You gotta know your worth
Maybe you been around this shit Since Birth it's other shit to do You just gotta search
It ain't gone get u nowhere but Maybe prison first or worse
6 feet in the dirt
I promise there's other options
You never know n***** could be Plotting
But do you really want this to be Your life?
Open your mind and open your Eyes
I'll put my two cents into it too
Okay cool you makin a cent or Two
I know you don't wanna hear me Lecture you
I ain't tripping I just want the Best for you

They doin business in the trap Call it mortar, bricks (Mortar Bricks)
That pack put them on the map
They need more of it (More of it)
Four of them foreign glocks in The back of the foreign whip (Skrrt skrrt)
They Pack them gats in the bag
Ammo stored in clips (Blrr woo)