2 Chainz - Brick On My Face Ft Tru Worl Lyrics

Brick On My Face

[Worl:]
It's Worl
My swag got me big lit (Yeah), big Worl, on my big shit (Yeah, 808 Mafia)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face

Come out the gutter, I meant that (I meant that)
Gucci with Louis, I mix-match (Bandana)
Fuck your big homie, he a big rat (He a big rat)
I had to work with no slack (No slack)
Four-five shootin' like get back (Like get back)
Just pulled up where your bitch at, oh (Skrrt)
Big general, get them bales on the load (Yeah)
Cookin' up baby, Quality Control (No Cap)
I might just cash out with 'migos (With 'migos)
Tell the ese send it pronto (Send it now)
Hit the booth, takeoff like Quavo (like Takeoff)
I'm Offset, my bitch look like J-Lo (Like J-Lo)
He stackin' that money like Legos (Like Legos)
He might be lookin' like Play-Doh (Like Play-Doh)
They gun you down if I say so (They do)
My diamonds dancing like Fabo, yeah

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face

[2 Chainz:]
(Tony)
Head to toe in Dapper Dan (Dan)
Hitman, Sammy Sam (Sam)
If I trapped on the beach (Beach)
I could sell a ni*** sand (Ooh)
Fill a ziplock up (Up)
I can make it look crown (Crown)
I'm out the hood, God's plan (Plan)
I'm from the jungle, Tarzan (Tell 'em)
I get a brick on the house
Still got a stick in the couch
I got 'em listening now
Still got codeine in my body
And I'm still pissin' it out
Watch how I pitch from the mound
I throw a change-up (Change-up)
Southside ni*** f*** the game up (Game up)
Shoot a ni*** plane up (Baow)
Bustdown Rollie and a plain one

[Worl:]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face

We be servin', by the way (By the way)
Cocaine, dressed in Bape (In Bape)
Never stoppin' for the jakes (Never stoppin')
Extortin' niggas, yeah, they pay (Yeah)
They ain't real as they say (They ain't real)
Finessing niggas and we take (We take)
Sheetrock a whole brick (Sheetrock)
In his face, it was fake (It was fake, woah)
4 Seasons, yeah, we Loccin'
Post up with it like I'm Kobe
Dog food, Beethoven (Beethoven)
Neighborhood Crip, I'm rollin' (I'm rollin')
I got the drank with the soda (With the soda)
They can hate on me, can't hold me (Can't hold me)
Young ni*** walkin' in YSL (YSL)
Young ni*** havin' the clientele (Clientele)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

Come out the gutter, I meant that
Gucci with Louis, I mix-match
Fuck your big homie, he a big rat
Young ni*** walkin' in YSL
Young ni*** havin' the clientele, yeah, uh
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face