Freddie Gibbs - Brick Fees (Prod. YG! Beats, Walbrook Santana & Pops)

Yeah (bricks fees)
You know, it's comin' in at like 26, but you know what I'm sayin'? (Transportation costs, been taxed 'em on the brick fees)
I'ma throw six on there, so it's, it's gon' be 32 to you, you know? (Taxed 'em on the brick fees)
A bitch could never play me, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
'Cause I switch bitches just like I

Switch keys, GT3 is six-speed
Transportation costs, been taxed 'em on the brick fees (yeah, yeah)
Gotta watch the way you stack that bread, might get your Swiss cheese (yeah, yeah)
They wanna bury Fred, I'm never scared 'cause niggas bleed (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' up the kitchenware, scrape the pot, it's stickin', yeah
Pay his fee and get him there, book him with that blicky, yeah
I'm from where you was killin' for Jordans if you ain't get a pair (bitch)
My hits ain't no attempts, it ain't murder, then I ain't send 'em there (yeah, yeah, I ain't sendin' them)

No, I ain't send 'em there (no, I ain't send 'em, yeah)
Me and Diego was too broke to hit the club
We was robbin', we sent the bitch in there (we sent the bitch in there)
Said, what he spinnin' there? (What he spinnin' there?)
These hoes'll snatch a rapper room keys
Mob through the lobby, we brought the stick in here (yeah, yeah)
Nominated, investigated, it's simultaneous
Hoes janky, you gotta make court arrangements to see my babies (bitch)
Most the homies backdoorin' and hoin', they wanna snake me
All this Draco talk, I put hella bodies on this .380, yeah (this .380, yeah)

Ain't have no strap, I let him hold mine (Yeah)
It's funny, I got locked up
I couldn't get niggas on the phone when I had phone time (yeah, yeah, phone time)
Then I dug a gold mine, a gold mine (dug a gold mine)
18 years, been droppin' jewels, bitch
And bet nan' nigga ain't never stole mine (ain't never stole mine)

I wasn't no killer, but they pushed me (yeah)
Just breathe in deep and squeeze, don't close your eyes or you a pussy (yeah, yeah)
The devil sent the reaper to my door, and he never took me (yeah)
I sent him back with double, smoked the blunt and said, "Good lookin'"
Fuck your bitch and then I

Switch keys, GT3, a six-speed
Pimp shit, fuck her wants, fuck a bitch needs
Fuck a feature, pussy nigga, keep your 16
I'm flippin' bitches in the Bentley with the flip screen
Nigga gettin' his chicken up, fuck that fake rap love
This Rabbit Gang, we ain't cliquin' up
Big Lord, I'm the reason why the young niggas throw the three fingers up
What you know about takin' out a whole gang, fuckin' all the members up?
Call God and I'll send them up, yeah

Six-speed, fuckin' on a mixed-breed, yeah, huh
In the six-speed, tell me what the bitch need, yeah
Check-check, six-speed (yeah), fuckin' on a mixed-breed, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Transportation costs, I taxed 'em on the brick fees
Check-check, yeah, yeah (nigga)

Nigga play with my name, gotta switch my game, gotta switch my flows again (yeah)
Fuckin' on one of these Insta' thots, finna crash out with these O's again (yeah)
Nigga be steadily dissin' me, doin' the most so I can notice him (bitch)
Mama view your body, I bet she relapse on that dope again
It's timeout for the weak shit, I been slow cookin' this beef shit
Leave a fuck nigga on defense
Throwin' white flags like yellow tape, white sheet shit (yeah)
Made him switch it up, he was on tour rockin' cheap shit (huh)
Niggas diamonds ain't dancin', mine tear the club up like Three 6 (yeah)

Too blessed to fuck with this street shit (yeah)
'Nother death come with this street shit
This mafia insane, send you this T shit (yeah)
I let all the Lords stay in my crib, on some OG shit
Used to sneakin' work into the city, now he wanna sneak diss (bitch)
Tried to take Kyrie under my wing, I tried to sit him down (yeah)
Free my nigga Eggo, he fucked up when he brought Chris around (yeah)
All the Lords is not your homies, Hussle showed me most them niggas clout chasers
Small said he was gon' violate me, bitch, you ain't got that kind of paper (bitch)

Finball rollin' (yeah), opp pack, I'm smokin' (yeah, yeah)
I'ma flip the Renegade, Rabbit top of the mob, they can't control him (yeah, yeah)
Pop a nigga seven days a week, but you easy Sunday mornin' (yeah, yeah)
With holes all in your church clothes, made 'em scream out, "Holy moly" (yeah, yeah)
You a dick rider, you a dick sucker, fuck nigga, keep on chokin' (yeah, yeah)
'Bout to fuck a ho with lil' church clothes, make her scream out, "Holy moly" (uh)
Rest in peace to Lil Sodi, know you in Heaven still loccin' (yeah)
I'ma flip the Renegade, Rabbit top of the mob, they can't control him, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Yeah (Big Rabbit, nigga, fuck nigga, top)
I'ma flip the Renegade, Rabbit top of the mob, they can't control him, yeah (Finball, Big Lord, biggest)
Yeah, uh, yeah
Rest in peace to Lil Sodi, know you in Heaven still loccin', yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
Renegade, Rabbit top of the mob, they can't control him, yeah
Yeah, Biggest Lord, yeah (yeah, uh)