Bricked Up!

[Chorus: Sketty]
So much cash in my pockets, think I’m bricked up
The homies hit me up, said the enemies have cliqued up
And by enemies, I mean the moles in our soil
Ruining the crops, making our product spoil

Foil us again, I’ll gas you out in your tunnel
With this loud pack, pouring scat from my funnel
With this loud gat, scoring points from your demise
You a lame cat, pussies can’t look me in the eyes

[Verse 1: Sketty]
Killing this shit since before I was born
Sayin you the shit, what the fuck you capping for?
I been the best of the best since 2000
And 9 out of 10 times, fella I’m wilding

Styling on these felines, wrapped up in my levi’s
Stains up on my jeans, cus it shows the stains of these times
This bitch suck my dick like how derricks suck up oil
Poisoning the soil, but powering my turmoil

Lost all of my paper, rolling up with old tinfoil
I get higher than the royal Palace with my blue coil
Lapdance from a NERD, 4 beat pump, that’s my signature
Red coil, how I’m never last, like a dictator

Cohen cannot comprehend
Flow so foreign like Kazakhstan
Choking up you can’t apprehend
Like Chauvin you deserve your end

[Chorus: Sketty]
So much cash in my pockets, bitches think I’m bricked up
The homies hit me up, said the enemies have cliqued up
And by enemies, I mean the moles in our soil
Ruining the crops, making our product spoil

Foil us again, I’ll gas you out in your tunnel
With this loud pack, pouring scat from my funnel
With this loud gat, scoring points from your demise
You a lame cat, pussy can’t look me the eyes

[Verse 2: Sketty]
Murdering this beat all night, so call me jack
I ain’t proud of this beat so I’m ripping off this tag
Flow smooth like peanut butter, so they call me Skippy
You hippy fucks stealing flows like a flimsy

Spined, lyric stealing, braindead cunt
My gang bacteria, we chillin in the cut
You’re just mad you ain’t invited to our cribs
Cold, I Burr, and hit you in the ribs

Sticking to me like a desperate bitch
The only difference is, you ain’t beggin for some dick
You begging for some cash, which to me is just spare change
But to you.. it’d take years for you to save

A quarter amount of what I have in my bank
“I sell drugs and use my gun to gank!”
Got a gold plated shower, and all you pussies stank
Smells like fish in here, cus your girl’s pussy’s rank

[Chorus: Sketty]
So much cash in my pockets, bitches think I’m bricked up
The homie hit me up, said the enemies have cliqued up
And by enemies, I mean the moles in my soil
Ruining the crops, making our product spoil

Foil us again, I’ll gas you out in your tunnel
With this loud pack, pouring scat from my funnel
With this loud gat, scoring points from your demise
You a lame cat, pussy can’t look me in the eyes

Sketty can’t… fuck!
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Sketty can’t… fuck!
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Sketty can’t… fuck!
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Sketty can’t- fuck!

Sketty can’t breathe when he’s in the si-