White Bricks
Trae Lyrics


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Mr rogers huh
Fuck em up this time around homie
Hard on these motherfucking tracks
Let's get on em huh

Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape
Thirty minutes flat
I could bake a whole cake

Still sitting on the white bricks
While they wrapped up in duct tape
In the do' panel of the rental car
Finna slide the Interstate
I'm grinding and I heard that
It was a drought
And the FED's was on they way to sweep
Even if they was
Tuesday and Thursday ain't part of my week
But dig this here homie
I'm only out here trying to get it
Every couple of months
I'm trying to stack another ticket
Quit it then I move around
So these niggas don't know my bidness
Give my brother K my sister P
The work until the finish
Plus I got Columbian connects
To fuck a nigga price off
And they know it's real
Fuck with me and they gon fuck your life off
Never seen the Federal Pen
And I don't plan on getting by one
Material witness come
I load the talons and I fly one
I holla at the Snowman
When I feel it need to snow
And if it pump we gon jump to the mood
And work it then resco'
For trappers that's all they know
And we gon shine it when the time is right
Duck off in the day and move at night
Cause you know we still

Still sitting on white bricks, in the hood
I ain't no motherfucking fool
I wish these bitch niggas would
Got birds strapped under the
Hood of my low-low
Middle finger pointed up for the po-po
Got that pistol grip pump in my lap
Riding out on the solo
Got a call for three 9's
But I don't sell no pistols
I'm in distribution for selling soft sacks
With them crystals
Cocainia hit em like missles
When they snort that first line or two
Take over the whole neighborhood
Is what I'm trying to do
So I don't do no cutting
When it comes to this work
When trouble come the pump'll start barking
But it won't chirp
But I been waiting for one of you niggas
To get out of line
I'mma start hitting niggas
Up in the line one at a time
With that HGC like
Lil' Boss up in his G Nike's
Under the street lights
Trying to get rid of the
Rest of this whizzite
All it take is one whistle
And the homies is coming
I strapped all them niggas up




So when they get hit ain't
Cutting cause I been

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Trae feat.Young Jeezy's song "White Bricks" tell the story of two drug dealers who are operating in the midst of a law enforcement crackdown. The main focus of the song is on the singer's method of drug trafficking - using rental cars with work stashed in the door panels to stay mobile and avoid detection. The song's lyrics also reveal that the dealers have connections with powerful Colombian drug cartels that can help them secure better prices and supply of drugs. While the song doesn't glorify drug dealing, it does give a sense of the desperation and urgency that comes with the lifestyle. The dealers are trying to earn as much as possible, while avoiding jail time or violent retribution from rival gangs.


The lyrics of the song also mention the "po-po" (police) and the "Feds" (Federal Bureau of Investigation), who are apparently setting up frequent checkpoints. This puts pressure on the dealers who are trying to sell as much inventory as possible before getting caught up in a bust. The lyrics suggest that the dealers are constantly on the move, always looking for new places to sell their drugs, and constantly thinking about how to outsmart the law.


One theme that runs through the song is the idea of masculinity and dominance. The use of "pistol grip pump" and "strapped up" suggests that the singer is ready to use violence if necessary. The lyrics mention beating up or "hitting" anybody who dares to cross the singer or their business. The singer also uses language that emphasizes their toughness and resilience, such as "I ain't no motherfucking fool" and "I'm grinding".


Line by Line Meaning

Mr rogers huh
Let's do this thing, homie


Fuck em up this time around homie
Let's show them what we got this time


Hard on these motherfucking tracks
We are laying down some serious beats


Let's get on em huh
Let's take them down


Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape
I am sitting on top of bricks of cocaine, wrapped in duct tape


Thirty minutes flat
I can bake an entire cake in just 30 minutes


I'm grinding and I heard that It was a drought
I'm working hard, even though there is a shortage of drugs


And the FED's was on they way to sweep
The police are on their way to bust us


Even if they was Tuesday and Thursday ain't part of my week
I work every day, regardless of what the police are planning


But dig this here homie I'm only out here trying to get it
I'm just trying to make some money


Every couple of months I'm trying to stack another ticket
Every few months, I try to make a big profit


Quit it then I move around So these niggas don't know my bidness
I move around so that my competitors don't know my business


Give my brother K my sister P The work until the finish
I give my siblings the drugs to sell until everything is gone


Plus I got Columbian connects To fuck a nigga price off
I have connections in Colombia to lower my costs


And they know it's real Fuck with me and they gon fuck your life off
They know I'm serious, and if anyone messes with me, it will ruin their life


Never seen the Federal Pen And I don't plan on getting by one
I've never been caught by the police, and I don't plan on it


Material witness come I load the talons and I fly one
If there are any witnesses, I'll take them out and leave town


I holla at the Snowman When I feel it need to snow
I contact Young Jeezy when I need to distribute more drugs


And if it pump we gon jump to the mood And work it then resco'
If the drugs start selling quickly, we'll distribute more and make a profit


For trappers that's all they know And we gon shine it when the time is right
We deal drugs because it's all we know, and we'll keep doing it until it's safe to make a profit


Duck off in the day and move at night
We hide out during the day and only move at night to avoid attention


Cause you know we still Still sitting on white bricks, in the hood
We're still selling drugs and making money in the neighborhood


I ain't no motherfucking fool
I know what I'm doing


I wish these bitch niggas would
I wish someone would try to mess with me


Got birds strapped under the Hood of my low-low
I have drugs hidden in my car


Middle finger pointed up for the po-po
I don't respect the police


Got that pistol grip pump in my lap Riding out on the solo
I have a gun in my lap and I'm driving alone


Got a call for three 9's But I don't sell no pistols
Someone called asking to buy guns, but I don't sell them


I'm in distribution for selling soft sacks With them crystals
I distribute bags of cocaine


Cocainia hit em like missles When they snort that first line or two
The cocaine is really powerful and hits people quickly


Take over the whole neighborhood Is what I'm trying to do
I want to control the entire drug market in my neighborhood


So I don't do no cutting When it comes to this work
I don't mix the drugs with anything else to make a profit


When trouble come the pump'll start barking But it won't chirp
If someone tries to start trouble, I'll use my gun to stop them


But I been waiting for one of you niggas To get out of line
I've been waiting for someone to mess with me


I'mma start hitting niggas Up in the line one at a time
I'll take them out one by one


With that HGC like Lil' Boss up in his G Nike's
I'll be wearing my Nike shoes and using a powerful gun


Under the street lights Trying to get rid of the Rest of this whizzite
I'm working at night and trying to sell the rest of the cocaine


All it take is one whistle And the homies is coming
Just one signal and my friends will come to back me up


I strapped all them niggas up So when they get hit ain't Cutting cause I been
I've prepared my friends for a fight, so they won't hesitate to join in




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Th3rd 3ar Plan3t Radio

Trae was on the move after Restless & Life Goes On. He put alot of dudes on from his city. Salute to Trae, ABN Gang & R.I.P. HAWK

Gwop Chapman

10Yrs Later & Still Hard 🔥
#Classic

dj eL ( bLaQboY Entertainment )

+2

Syncere

AND.......I'm still jamming this shit! 

msgucci103

Syncere ABN

Keith Robinson

Been banging this since it came out.

Willy Blanks

It didn't get much credit.. anytime ppl heard it they knew it was some one real and probably didn't need to just walk up talking bout music right🤣

lorenso lares

This one of those joints that’s timeless bro

Don Le

2020 an this still goes hard

Rico Christmon

Still bumpin in 2019 trae tha truth hella underrated.

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