Joints - Blade Brown, K Trap

Half brick of buj, no tax, put a clamp on it

You ain’t seen a pretty little brizzy with a stamp on it

Learned how to whip and I made me more P’s (Way more)

My soldier saw a brick before me

Hands full but I’m hands off (Off)

I see them niggas try and do a bad job

Killed the trap and the niggas got the rap locked

That’s a crack pot and a laptop (Yes)

So it’s clean but it’s dirty also (Dirty)

I got fish scale and dirty, it all goes (It's goin')

Young boy, got myself one toy

Pulled the shotty when I still wore school clothes

Bought the pendant and neckpiece, all rose

And said «Flood it» and it came back all froze (Buss down)

And I don’t smoke trees but the bro’s do (Gang)

But if you’re talking 'bout waps, then we all smoke

Get the joints, fuck the law

.36, that’s a hoe

All these bands, that we blow

Niggas paid, and it shows

Hit the strip, make her flip

And that’s raw, take a pic

See the scale, I got fish

Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)

Nautilus, rose gold, that’s six figures

Plus a scale, he give a fuck about a whip nigga (No way)

Money long and the clip bigger (Ayy)

Think I gotta pay for a hit nigga? (Gotta pay for it)

Had to say that bar twice

Fast life, must have been a trapper in my past life (Past life)

When I pull up, nigga, lookin' like The Dark Knight

Double R, getting head under the starlight

Damn, he hit a duffle with the bricks in it (Bricks in it)

This is straight off the boat, no mixing it

Put it on the strip, gettin' rich from it

B. Brown goin' broke, couldn’t picture it (Never)

Bankroll got no cap

This is old racks, hundred thou', that’s a throwback (Haha)

And I could talk wassy for the whole track

'Cause I’m a trap lord, that’s a known fact

Get the joints, fuck the law

.36, that’s a hoe

All these bands, that we blow (That we blow)

Niggas paid, and it shows (And it shows)

Hit the strip, make her flip (Flip)

And that’s raw, take a pic (Pic)

See the scale, I got fish (Fish)

Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)

Get the joints, fuck the law

.36, that’s a hoe

All these bands, that we blow

Niggas paid, and it shows

Hit the strip, make her flip

And that’s raw, take a pic

See the scale, I got fish

Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)