Blade Brown Joints Lyrics
Joints by Blade Brown
[Verse 1: K Trap]
Half brick of buj, no tax, put a clamp on it
You ain't seen a pretty little brizzy with a stamp on it
Learned how to whip and I made me more P's (Way more)
My soldier saw a brick before me
Hands full but I'm hands off (Off)
I see them niggas try and do a bad job
Killed the trap and the niggas got the rap locked
That's a crack pot and a laptop (Yes)
So it's clean but it's dirty also (Dirty)
I got fish scale and dirty, it all goes (It's goin')
Young boy, got myself one toy
Pulled the shotty when I still wore school clothes
Bought the pendant and neckpiece, all rose
And said "Flood it" and it came back all froze (Buss down)
And I don't smoke trees but the bro's do (Gang)
But if you're talking 'bout waps, then we all smoke
[Chorus: Blade Brown and K Trap]
Get the joints, fuck the law
. 36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow
Niggas paid, and it shows
Hit the strip, make her flip
And that's raw, take a pic
See the scale, I got fish
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)
[Verse 2: Blade Brown]
Nautilus, rose gold, that's six figures
Plus a scale, he give a fuck about a whip nigga (No way)
Money long and the clip bigger (Ayy)
Think I gotta pay for a hit nigga? (Gotta pay for it)
Had to say that bar twice
Fast life, must have been a trapper in my past life (Past life)
When I pull up, nigga, lookin' like The Dark Knight
Double R, getting head under the starlight
Damn, he hit a duffle with the bricks in it (Bricks in it)
This is straight off the boat, no mixing it
Put it on the strip, gettin' rich from it
B. Brown goin' broke, couldn't picture it (Never)
Bankroll got no cap
This is old racks, hundred thou', that's a throwback (Haha)
And I could talk wassy for the whole track
'Cause I'm a trap lord, that's a known fact
[Chorus: Blade Brown and K Trap]
Get the joints, fuck the law
. 36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow (That we blow)
Niggas paid, and it shows (And it shows)
Hit the strip, make her flip (Flip)
And that's raw, take a pic (Pic)
See the scale, I got fish (Fish)
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)
Get the joints, fuck the law
. 36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow
Niggas paid, and it shows
Hit the strip, make her flip
And that's raw, take a pic
See the scale, I got fish
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)
Half brick of buj, no tax, put a clamp on it
You ain't seen a pretty little brizzy with a stamp on it
Learned how to whip and I made me more P's (Way more)
My soldier saw a brick before me
Hands full but I'm hands off (Off)
I see them niggas try and do a bad job
Killed the trap and the niggas got the rap locked
That's a crack pot and a laptop (Yes)
So it's clean but it's dirty also (Dirty)
I got fish scale and dirty, it all goes (It's goin')
Young boy, got myself one toy
Pulled the shotty when I still wore school clothes
Bought the pendant and neckpiece, all rose
And said "Flood it" and it came back all froze (Buss down)
And I don't smoke trees but the bro's do (Gang)
But if you're talking 'bout waps, then we all smoke
[Chorus: Blade Brown and K Trap]
Get the joints, fuck the law
. 36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow
Niggas paid, and it shows
Hit the strip, make her flip
And that's raw, take a pic
See the scale, I got fish
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)
[Verse 2: Blade Brown]
Nautilus, rose gold, that's six figures
Plus a scale, he give a fuck about a whip nigga (No way)
Money long and the clip bigger (Ayy)
Think I gotta pay for a hit nigga? (Gotta pay for it)
Had to say that bar twice
Fast life, must have been a trapper in my past life (Past life)
When I pull up, nigga, lookin' like The Dark Knight
Double R, getting head under the starlight
Damn, he hit a duffle with the bricks in it (Bricks in it)
This is straight off the boat, no mixing it
Put it on the strip, gettin' rich from it
B. Brown goin' broke, couldn't picture it (Never)
Bankroll got no cap
This is old racks, hundred thou', that's a throwback (Haha)
And I could talk wassy for the whole track
'Cause I'm a trap lord, that's a known fact
[Chorus: Blade Brown and K Trap]
Get the joints, fuck the law
. 36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow (That we blow)
Niggas paid, and it shows (And it shows)
Hit the strip, make her flip (Flip)
And that's raw, take a pic (Pic)
See the scale, I got fish (Fish)
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)
Get the joints, fuck the law
. 36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow
Niggas paid, and it shows
Hit the strip, make her flip
And that's raw, take a pic
See the scale, I got fish
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)