Lyrics

Gucci Mane – Sir Brix A Lot Lyrics

(Intro)
It’s Wizop
Burr burr burr burr

(Chorus)
Tried to play me off the street but I’m back on the block
Drew down on your partner, made him drop it like it hot
My posse’s on Broadway, I’m Sir Brix A Lot
Say some slick to Gucci, I hit you in your jaw
When a rapper got beef, want a pay per view
I’m a trapper when I got beef then I put you in a box
That’s the love of your life, to me she’s just another thot
Not no ordinary ni**a, can’t rock no ordinary watch

(Verse 1)
Slick as hell man, I’m fresh out of jail man
F**k a cell case, marble on my staircase
As you can tell man, I don’t f**k with twelve man
Can’t catch me in it man, unless I beat twelve man
These ni**as trap dry, no water in the well man
We see your ribs man, damn you’re looking frail man
Look at my ring bling, motherf**ker chain gang
You’re selling bales man, then we on the same thing
You’re repping Zone 6, then we in the same gang
I let my nuts hang, why you holding nuts, lang
You ain’t a rat so I’m gon treat you like a mutt, man
You tuck your tail so I’m gon kick you in your

(Chorus)
Tried to play me off the street but I’m back on the block
Drew down on your partner, made him drop it like it hot
My posse’s on Broadway, I’m Sir Brix A Lot
Say some slick to Gucci, I hit you in your jaw
When a rapper got beef, want a pay per view
I’m a trapper when I got beef then I put you in a box
That’s the love of your life, to me she’s just another thot
Not no ordinary ni**a, can’t rock no ordinary watch

(Verse 2)
I’m a well man, a motherf**king well man
A pocket rocket on me and a pocket scale man
If I can’t work, I’ve still got my clientele man
This for my, all my ni**as still in jail man
All these critiques and AP’s know they sick of me
Me and my ni**as thick as thieves
Twenty years old, all my ni**as got a brick at least
And this a drought and we ain’t had no work for weeks
They call me Guwop One Punch, I knock out your teeth
I’m in a smoky…that I shoot out to tease
I pistol whip the sleep and go in your Lee Dungarees
Don’t give a f**k about em, they don’t give a f**k bout me

(Chorus)
Tried to play me off the street but I’m back on the block
Drew down on your partner, made him drop it like it hot
My posse’s on Broadway, I’m Sir Brix A Lot
Say some slick to Gucci, I hit you in your jaw
When a rapper got beef, want a pay per view
I’m a trapper when I got beef then I put you in a box
That’s the love of your life, to me she’s just another thot
Not no ordinary ni**a, can’t rock no ordinary watch

(Outro)
It’s Gucci
It’s Guwop
It’s Wizop