[Intro:]
Don’t stay around
Don’t stay around
Don’t stay around
We run up on your block
And we don’t play around
Don’t t play around
We’gon burn it down (ha)

[Chorus: Kriptonite]
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Just got a shirt that came with a Bugatti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti

[Verse 1:Kriptonite]
Wanna be in the fast lane, getting cash retardedly
Fuck all you pussy ass n***as and don’t expect no apologies
Wanna take my shit overseas
But forever will the ghetto be a part of me
They say love is blind
Then why this cash ain’t hard to see
I aim straight archery straight to the artery’s
That lifestyle with dope toys coke boys prodigy
Can’t dilute my formula
No additives bitch water free
Ain’t selling less than a quarter key
No if, buts, nor probablys
Don’t procrastinate that’s the way it is
Have you ever been with death face to face
Am so busy i ain’t got time to die
I kick that shit to a later date
You get fed lead now you hate the taste
Nothing bout that sweet like grater cake
Run up on your block take ya plate
Eat ya food then say ma grace bitch
[Chorus: Kriptonite]
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Just got a shirt that came with a Bugatti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti

[Verse 2: Kriptonite]
Knock knock on your block where the cake at?
Pussy n***a pulling off a brave act
Running off like a horse on a race track
Pussy n***a stay flat
Where the keys to the stash? where the safe at?
Muh’fucka I be coming for the pay back
I be searching for the money in the hay stack
John Gotti in the maybach
When regarding to this dope game
Bitch I’m the superior
Run up on your block like bop bop
N***a maybe that sound familiar
N***as can’t cope with selling dope
Bitch you don’t fit this criteria
The Phantom is all black on black
And cheetah prints the interior
Got plugs down in Columbia, Cuba, Siberia
Don’t fuck with them police bitches
Hoe stay on the exterior
Can you smell what am cooking
There’s about to be a food fight
Thug life cause this coke world is my cafeteria bitch
[Chorus: Kriptonite]
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Just got a shirt that came with a Bugatti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti

[Verse 3: Thursday]
Hit the plug on the cellular
Run off on the old one like regular (run off)
But the new one ain't copy
This n***a connects like John Gotti
So much white like in Sandiago
Grimey n***as looking like fredo
Can't talk for long cause the opps be on it
Fuck yuh bitch while she with the mayo
I get to the fetti I cut a cheque
I put all these n***as out cigarette (bop bop)
Self-employed trap n***a
Stick talk with the black heater
Boom pow hit you in the face
Ferragamo on my fucking waist
Glock 40 keep a n***a safe
Step heavy boy I never stray
Bout to flip a brick for the whip
I should put a kilo on my wrist
I should put the killers on you head
But I done got you on the list
Good weed and the codeine
Me and Kripto planning more schemes
Ain't no time for no hottie thottie
Cuz I swear my plug be like John Gotti
[Chorus: Kriptonite]
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Just got a shirt that came with a Bugatti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti
Bricks upon bricks like ma plug is John Gotti

Don’t stay around, don’t stay around, don’t stay around
We run up on your block and we don’t play around
Don’t t play around, we’gon burn it down
Ha