Lyrics Bricks Came - Carns Hill, Section Boyz, sections boyz

Bricks Came

It came
Wrist-ache
Lost out
Mistake
Your microwave listens to my mixtape
Still trappin' stuck up in my ways, for shits sake
Mayonnaise, in your face
We over here eatin', tell bro bring a plate
Fireplace
Fire brigade
tryna find a way
Bricks came, lookin' 6'8
We celebrate on the last 28 grams
Trap party, hip hip hooray
Violate, if you violate it
My way or the highway
Sidemen, sideways
That way, This way
Boss, slow and grim came
Big Poppa, Rockers
Stoppers, get your gwuap up
I get it proper, real thorough
Did I stutter?, I’m a nutter
I get butter, chilly fucker
Drummers, young gunners
Blocker runners, baby Muddas
Silk covers, I’m a fucker
Bricks came (Yay)
That’s great (Yay Yay)
My mummy’s stove (My mudda’s)
Or the microwave (Skrr)
Flavours, in the ashtray
Milage on the road, I’m gettin' cash mate
I told bro, its that way
Rolex stamp when the pack came
Manna graduate in this trap game
Now birds keep flyin' out the bat cave
Bricks came, shout sensei
Insane, check out the wrist game
Blood came with the bricks
Let it rain on your strip
Manna love that trap shit
I’ll whip it in up in my mudda’s bit
Big skengs, can’t cover it
'Nuff work, gotta shovel it
Wrist game, manna double it
Get the pack, then I’m bussin' it
came, hustle games
Money road, on the back lanes
Peng peng, they lovin' it
White gyal came for a pic
Get a shirt, unbutton it
Trap-shop, I got pick-n-mix
Bricks came this way
Send 'em that way
Kung-Fu, in the kitchen
Mashin' up the place
Skrr, Skrr Skrr Skrr
Watch the wrist game
Insane, all my tugs-dem are insane
Spark up some Mary-Jane
Watch me smoke away
Only gang at the table
Eatin' loads of steak
Some hand-tings a
And some pumps to play
Spin spin, blow a boy away
Bricks came (Yay)
That’s great (Yay Yay)
My mummy’s stove (My mudda’s)
Or the microwave (Skrr)