Brick Phone Gucci Mane (Ft. Icewear Vezzo & Lil Flash)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
There's only one thing I know certain
That's that I'ma get my clique on
I'm in the kitchen gettin' my wrist on
Don't call your bitch, I bet your bitch gone
See this spot here just serve one purpose
In twenty minutes thirty bricks gone
On my prepaid cell, so yeah my brick phone
Designer drugs, I got your bitch on

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Panamera cost eighty grand
Born in the 80s, I'm the 80s man
Yellow rollie cost another forty
Sit it on the table, that's a table dance
Fuck the talkin', I just want the acky
I'm the drank God, bitch say "amen"
I be countin' chicken that's two hundred strong
Bitch I'm everything that I say I am
Meet me and Wap, yeah we trap for real
On the block, and the trap for real
Zone 6 to the 6, nigga
Five rights, I'ma crack a seal
These niggas, I don't crack a smile
You don't know my hood, niggas jack to live
Got more screw than your rapper deal
I just stack my ends off of crackin' pills