Gucci Mane & Migos Hotpocket Lyrics Gucci Mane & Migos lyrics

ft. Migos

Put the bricks in the attic, hope the Feds ain't watching
Sniper on the roof for you fuck niggas plotting
Yeah, she's gonna run, she got chickens in her stocking
F and N on my side, fly, that's a hot pocket
Gone

All white Charger pull up with the police lights
Red, blue, and white, asking questions, I'll take flight
Run back to my trap, stash them bricks up in the attic
12 hit my spot, throw saran wrap and plastic
They thought they was gonna catch me slipping
Looking and searching for chickens and pigeons
They ain't find shit but a fork in the kitchen
And a couple C from the bathroom of the mansion
Finesse Takeoff, you ain't never catch me slipping
Keep an egg beater, yeah, I'm always whipping

Stay with a PT, always sipping
Young rich nigga, we the all gonna catch it

Put the bricks in the attic, hope the Feds ain't watching
Sniper on the roof for you fuck niggas plotting
Yeah, she's gonna run, she got chickens in her stocking

F and N on my side, fly, that's a hot pocket
Gone

I'm whipping and whipping the chicken
The bricks in the ceiling, finesse on no feelings
The bitches, they play with the water
They splashing the work, I call 'em Free Willy
Finessing the plug and I'm not gonna stop till a young nigga hit a milly
Young nigga with banana clip, ba bow
Niggas start peeling
Busting the bricks out the wrapper, I will pop you like a snapper
Young goon put it on your head, they'll eat your ass like an apple
Young nigga and I'm sipping on maple
I meant maple, 50 bricks to the top of skyscrapers
My house got marijuana acres

Put the bricks in the attic, hope the Feds ain't watching
Sniper on the roof for you fuck niggas plotting
Yeah, she's gonna run, she got chickens in her stocking
F and N on my side, fly, that's a hot pocket
Gone