[Intro: Young Scooter] Free bricks two nigga Aye Gucci we 'bout to finesse the world nigga Count up!
[Hook: Young Scooter x2] Free bricks, free bricks Serve ya wit' one eye open, Slick Rick Free bricks, free bricks Young Scooter, Gucci Mane talking real slick
[Verse 1: Young Scooter] On everything the streets'll never be the same Petty niggas snitchin' just for pocket change I rearranged the game and built my own lane I'm all about the money, motherfuck the fame I came up wit' a hustle, made myself a star I was 20-years-old wit' 3 foreign cars Lighthouse, $200,000 worth of real diamonds Wasn't in the rap game, in the streets grindin' Scooter took off and they don't like that You think they should, you tell the folks the day I sold you that But I ain't showed you nothin', I juuged you out a sack From San Diego to Atlanta I got flying packs
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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] R.I.P. to my old whips, all my cars got pink slips Still shoppin' at Saks Fifths cause she eat a dick like rib tips Takin' hoes on field trips, do you know how packed LIV get? All my hoes Sicilian, vacuum-sealed the millions I got money, I sold dummies I miss Lonny, ain't shit funny 10 youngins wit' 10 Tommys and niggas can't take shit from me Cut-throat - I'm dishonest, try me and you get punished Kick do' yo' bitch runnin', you get cunnin', I get gunnin' Back down from no one, got one and I got one Take one to know one, get shot down from my shotgun Amigos we trick those, kilos we miss those Robin Hood of the six, I got Free Bricks for my kinfolk