[Lyric] Bricks (Ethan Wood)

[Intro]
Get my bricks up, I just
Uh
Get my bricks up

[Verse 1]
Uh
You know that I’m gon be spitting, I’m with it
Shots at my liver thanks to all the liquor
Funny how checking your VIN says it’s rented
Guess you just needed to flex up on Insta
Man I’m alright, I don’t need that tonight
Because I got some confidence, I’m fuckin bright
And my ego just might keep ascending its height
Doesn’t help that the sprite in the cup that is white and I might

[Chorus]
Get my bricks up
I just need my bricks up
I just packed a swisher
With molly, x, and crystals
And I, need some liquor
I be feeling mixed up
Got red, in this white cup
Go pour me something thicker
[Verse 2]
Damn I get flowing when I sip the potion got words and emotions
Poetry in motion
Flow like the ocean of course there’s erosion but don’t get the notion you’ll pass the commotion
Rowing, I’m rowing, I’m rowing again just like crossing a river of eternal zen
And I’m speaking in riddles but not with a pen
Cause this shit coming straight off the top like I’m caught in the wind

Get my bricks up

That’s the shit I just been talking bout
Got all these rappers not Polo but capalot
Paying for promo you know that no word of mouth
Getting the FOMO I’m sure they won’t make it out
Hitting the store though for liquor and I need some more that’s for sure ain’t no method that’s quicker the only
Thing out got me steadily chasing that mo’fuckin clout

Up on Twitter

You acting bitter

Maybe you need to consider I’m bigger and better and lyrically way more likely to get cheddar
It’s inconceivable you think that your letters and syllables making you seem like you’re clever - you’re not

[Chorus]
Get my bricks up
I just need my bricks up
I just packed a swisher
With molly, x, and crystals
And I, need some liquor
I be feeling mixed up
Got red, in this white cup
Go pour me something-
[Verse 2]
Stop man this shit is too hot
Got me pushing the rock
And I’m smoking some pot
It get thick like the plot
Got
All of this time but I’m shot
If you ask me about it already forgot
And they say that I’m crazy but no I am not
I just move like Fugazi and spit like I’m Jay-Z the fumes got me hazy I want them to pay me or pick like I’m daisy from me they see Swayze

Bro got the foreign tinted for sure
When he pick me up in it, can’t see through the door
And he wanna admit it, can't get shit acquitted
I tell him to quit it, get caught down below
But me I’m just with it I need me some more
I am not hypocritic- hypocritical
Man they know I committed some shots at your fitted word to Bryan Silva that dude you all know

[Chorus]
Get my bricks up
I just need my bricks up
I just packed a swisher
With molly, x, and crystals
And I, need some liquor
I be feeling mixed up
Got red, in this white cup
Go pour me something thicker
[Outro]
Rowing, I’m rowing, I’m rowing again just like crossing a river of eternal zen
And I’m speaking in riddles but not with a pen
Cause this shit coming straight off the top like I’m caught in the wind