Lyrics Briix - Yxng Ciiber

Yessir I'll be fine on my own sir
Counting stacks counting bricks on my lonesome
Brass it out, imma trap while the feds watch
Nigga fuck it, Imma flex with them big rocks

Yessir I'll be fine on my own sir
Counting stacks counting bricks on my lonesome
Brass it out, imma trap while the feds watch
Nigga fuck it, Imma flex with them big rocks

I'm like bitch who is your man
Got a new whip from japan
Had to let go of some bands
Killing my heart with these xans

Niggas in love with the coke
Don't got ambition they choked
All of these niggas are sellouts
Not even one can be trusted

If you ain't the set
You a customer or an op
And all these pussy niggas fiends
So I trust them all to buy it up

Niggas can't even relax
I'm tryna go chill with some stacks
If you trip we gon break out the gat
You mess with the team and yo head going splat

These niggas all claim that I'm evil
At least I ain't fuckin with needles
Like all of your soldiers is dropping
Cos all them hooked on that shhhh

Product always sold out
But I ain't ever sold out
Ain't affected by the clout
No hesitating no doubt

Why you worried bout me but you can't get your money up
This ain't a game nigga you better double up
Working and stacking I'm just boutta level up
You bout as relevant as an ecteterra

Fake niggas making snake moves
Real niggas boutta breakthrough
Get a lawn mower like I'm Joyner Lucas
Pour that fuel in, I'm Boutta cut loose

Yessir I'll be fine on my own sir
Counting stacks counting bricks on my lonesome
Brass it out, imma trap while the feds watch
Nigga fuck it, Imma flex with them big rocks

Yessir I'll be fine on my own sir
Counting stacks counting bricks on my lonesome
Brass it out, imma trap while the feds watch
Nigga fuck it, Imma flex with them big rocks

Gonna hold it down I'm a rider
Swear to God I'm a fighter
Drill a op for the cash
Blue lights do the dash

Stacking up on them bricks
Trap it out make a mil
Got no time for jokers, there's only one focus, I'm not gon be chasing no thrills
These niggas be tripping they said I won't make it, I swear that they capping on me
They stunting and flexing, but I don't be stressing I pull out the bands and they scheming

I'm just tryna go gold
Flip bricks make the dough
Devil tryna take my soul
Too many demons in my dome

Got fake love from a fake nigga
Tryna set up me with a op thot
But I'm posted up with a real nigga
We gon come thru with a red dot

Trap it out With my new bitch
Pull the stick out, call it slipknot
When I pop off, on that bitch face
When she come thru, that's a head shot

Yessir I'll be fine on my own sir
Counting stacks counting bricks on my lonesome
Brass it out, imma trap while the feds watch
Nigga fuck it, Imma flex with them big rocks

Yessir I'll be fine on my own sir
Counting stacks counting bricks on my lonesome
Brass it out, imma trap while the feds watch
Nigga fuck it, Imma flex with them big rocks