Solid Bros lyrics

[Intro: GetRichZay]
(Hello?)
Gang
Spoke on Fifty name, some sh*t we can't forget
(And I got the Yayo)
Six
Some sh*t we can't forget
Uh, pass that chop to Bos, I call that sh*t—

[Verse 1: GetRichZay]
Ayy, used to ride in stolen cars (Skrrt), now we in foreign sh*t (Let's go)
Ayy, me and Flip way in the sky, we just explorin' sh*t (Aight, come on)
Walk in every single store, we cashin' out, we buyin' sh*t (Yeah)
f*ck the opps, them n*ggas hoes, I swear they ass be dyin' quick
Look, I swear the last n*gga got hit (Boom, pfft), they found him layin' on his di*k
We Jump Out Gang, we walk you down (Yup), this ain't no act, this ain't no ski (Aight, come on)
We slimed him out, hе came 'round gang, we f*cked around, bookеd him for his blick (Aight, come on, what else?)
When I was broke, they b*tch ain't say a thing, now this ho on my di*k
I stand ten toes and grip that chop with two hands (Yup), this b*tch came with kick (Vfft)
Ayy, stole the whip, time to slide, man, that's some sh*t we can't resist (Aight)
He try to run, I pass that chop to Flip, I call that sh*t assist (Come on)
He think sh*t sweet, he spoke on Fifty name, some sh*t we can't forget (Let's go)

[Verse 2: Bos Flip]
We mix Boss n*ggas with Bragg' n*ggas, that's what we call the six
I swear like, every chance we get, we shoot them boys all in they sh*t
I swear like, every chance we get, we leave them boys down on they di*k
I think this n*gga scared to shoot, I'm finna take this n*gga stick
I think this n*gga scared to shoot, I'm finna take this n*gga pole
Got in that jam, this n*gga froze (I can't believe this n*gga told)
I can't believe my opps feel bold (It's like they playin' with they nose)
These n*ggas playin' with that gang, it's like they playin' with they soul (Facts, playin' with they life)
[Verse 3: GetRichZay]
This n*gga spoke on me and Flip, I swear his ass wasn't thinkin' twice
We rolled his ass just like some dice
This n*gga trippin', speakin' on my gang, he must be smokin' spikes
We had the drop on every whip he drive, we caught him at that light (And I got the Yayo)
Okay
He got away, no way
Ayy, gloves and mask, I ain't show no face
Ayy, by money on that, you know I don't give two f*cks 'bout catchin' no case
We caught this sh*t, might bail the way
I keep this Glizzy on my waist
I'ma hop out, put this b*tch on top of your head just like I'm from O lake

[Verse 4: Lil Flip]
I'ma hop out, put this b*tch on top of his head just like a soul in
I swear that .40 had some kick, I try to shoot that n*gga 'fro in
I told Zay, "I ain't comin' in the club with you if I can't get that pole in"
They be scared to book us for a show, we shoot out when the show in
They be scared to book us for a show, they know that we be on that
After gang 'nem hit that b*tch one time, it's time to get your ho back
Keep that Glizzy, I'ma show that
If I up it, I'ma blow that
But my opps already know that
If they shoot first, I'ma blow back
All I rap about is savage sh*t, that's just my way in life
I tear the cross up on my face, I've been a demon in my life
I keep a ski mask on my head 'cause I've been schemin' on my life
Apply that pressure every time, b*tch, we the meanin' of on sight
[Outro]
(And I got the Yayo)