BrickCity. by Brwnlink Lyrics

When they can't keep up they gonna tell you it's the wrong move

Gotta show these n***** who this shit belong to

Shit; I'll put on my strong suit

Keep up with the boy you must be fucking with that dog food

When you got a lot of chip you a big dipper

Speak on wordplay you know that the kid sicker

Leave these n***** running home like the big pitcher

Stay on point I'm only focused on the big picture

I'm still a wig splitter

My young pups stand tall up in the field like they big Clifford

Lot of peers ain't even realer than my kid sister
Had Bacardi with the Hen shawty mixed liquors

I stood permanent

This ain't no ovеr night success bitch I'm earning it

Y'all stood on top of them tablеs while I was turning it

N***** be watching my move While I'm just working it

A bad bitch twerking it

She can put some hurt in it

I just need a virtuous shawty I gotta search for it

Money four ways like I'm eating off the fork

Still collecting all the sauce it's like I'm dipping with a spork

I sip red wine fresh pop from the cork

Production straight heat like Scott to a Storch

Hit the drop in the Porsche
Turning words into action young n**** had to hop off the porch