SOLVED THE PROBLEM lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, b*tch
Bricks, bows
b*tch, yeah
Where the bricks, where the bows? (Where the bricks, where the bows?)
(Ayy, man, Comethazine in this b*tch, n*ggas know I'm piped the f*ck up)
Where the bricks, where the bows? (Where the bricks, where the bows?)
b*tch, b*tch, yeah, b*tch

[Chorus]
Where the bricks, where the bows?
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
RIP Phillip, that's my right hand n*gga but he gone, yeah
Now I gotta smoke these pus*y n*ggas on my own (Now I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These n*ggas actin' tough but turn pus*y over a ho (b*tch)
Boy, I would never go, I di*k that ho, then make her go (Come here)
b*tch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Bye)
And b*tch, check on your phone, wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Oh yeah)

[Verse]
That n*gga talkin' tough, yes, I can hear it in his tone (b*tch)
I slapped him with the chrome, then put a bullet in his dome (Come here)
My all white Air Force 1's gotta be fresh or I can't rock 'em (I can't rock 'em)
If he step on these, I might just f*ck around and sock him (b*tch)
Dangle that boy over a ledge and then I drop him (Bye)
Shoot a bullet straight through his head, I solved the problem (Boom, boom)
Not going back and forth on the 'Gram, I had to block him (No)
Rather catch him lackin' in public and then pop him (Come here)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him (b*tch)
I'ma pull a Biggie Smalls, n*gga don't know who shot him
If I shoot and I miss, I bet one of my guys got him
And I'ma let him keep his sh*t 'cause I'm rich, I ain't gotta rob him
[Chorus]
Where the bricks, where the bows?
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
RIP Phillip, that's my right hand n*gga but he gone, yeah
Now I gotta smoke these pus*y n*ggas on my own (Now I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These n*ggas actin' tough but turn pus*y over a ho (b*tch)
Boy, I would never go, I di*k that ho, then make her go (Come here)
b*tch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Bye)
And b*tch, check on your phone, wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Oh yeah)
Where the bricks, where the bows?
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
RIP Phillip, that's my right hand n*gga but he gone, yeah
Now I gotta smoke these pus*y n*ggas on my own (Now I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These n*ggas actin' tough but turn pus*y over a ho (b*tch)
Boy, I would never go, I di*k that ho, then make her go (Come here)
b*tch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Bye)
And b*tch, check on your phone, wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Oh yeah)