Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea). This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea). Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea). This that president bush s--t (hell yea). [x2]. This that arm on my kush s--t. My girlfriend think she president bush b---h. Hell yea and I’m gon off that lean s--t. My brotha duke keep on sendin me that green s--t. f--k jail gucci time and I’m hoodrich. I’m in that zone 6 and I throw it like the first pitch. My yellow rari in the front and I parked it. A black chick in some heels match the carpet. I’m pullin up to the club like I own it. Ain’t with that bullshit gucci don’t condone it. My tolerance get low with the flexxin. I woke up bought my main chick a lexus. Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea). This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea). Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea). This that president bush s--t (hell yea). [x2]. I be the bricksquad youngin. Stankin like a funyan. All these otha rap niggas toed like a bunyan. I’m BS and you BS. But I’m BRICKSQUAD and you BULLSHIT. Pistol like a chapporone. We goin on a school trip. Places that you neva seen. Blowin on that stoopid green. Rollin on a stoopid beam. Hit the scene in limozine. Coke and promthzine. Diamonds I’m my pinky ring. n---a wat the f--k u mean. Bricksquad dream team. I got money to blow naw I ain’t drizzy. Money make the world go round that’s why I’m dizzy. Standin behind gucc flock the like who is it. Slim dunkin in this mothafuck. Cut the chicken. Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea). This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea). Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea). This that president bush s--t (hell yea). [x2]. It’s big gucci excuse me while I ball. Until my release my n---a no lights out. Lights out creep on in silence. Why do I pull more violence. Wen unviolent. While my tatoos smilin. To remind me of the time they robbed me with no problem. Now my problems solved and they rovolvin around all these countries. And I’m country stretch from here to compton to boldacrest…. That’s something to those who have nothin. No bluffin bricksqaud no cuffin. Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea). This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea). Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea). This that president bush s--t (hell yea). [x2]