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Letra : Solid Bros

(Hello?)
Gang
(And I got the Yayo)
Six

Ayy, used to ride in stolen cars, 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
f**k the opps, them n***as hoes, I swear they ass be dyin' quick
Look, I swear the last n***a got hit, they found him layin' on his d**k
We Jump Out Gang, we walk you down, this ain't no Act', this ain't no ski (Come on)
We slimed him out, he came 'round gang, we f**ked around, booked him for his blick (Aight, what else?)
When I was broke, thеy b*t*h ain't say a thing, now this ho on my d**k
I stand ten toes and grip that chop with two hands, this bit' came with kick
Ayy, stolе the whip, time to slide, them 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)
Think this sh*t sweet, he spoke on Fifty name, some sh*t we can't forget (Let's go)

And these boss n***as with bread, n***a, 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 d**k
I think this n***a scared to shoot, I'm finna take this n***a's stick
I think this n***a scared to shoot, I'm finna take this n***a's pole
Got in that jam, this n***a froze
I can't believe this n***a told
I can't believe my opps feel bold
It's like they speak what they know
These n***as playin' with that gang, it's like they playin' with they soul (Fact, playin' with they life)

This n***a spoke on me and Flip, I swear his ass wasn't thinkin' twice
We rolled his ass just like some dice
This n***a trippin', speakin' on my gang, you 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, buy money on that, you know I don't give two f**ks 'bout catchin' no case
If we caught his sh*t, might [?] the way
I keep this Glizzy on my waist
I'ma hop out, put this b*t*h on top of your head just like I'm from O lake

I'ma hop out, put this b*t*h on top of his head just like a soul in
I swear that .40 had some kick, I try to shoot, that n***a froze 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 go hit that b*t*h 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 seven sh*t, that's just my way in life
I tear the cross up on my face, I been a demon in my life
I keep a ski mask on my head 'cause I been schemin' in my life
Apply that pressure every time, we the meanin' of on sight

(And I got the Yayo)