GetRichZay, Bos Flip - Solid Bros lyrics

(Hello?) gang
Spoke on Fifty name
Some shit we can't forget
(And I got the Yayo) six
Some shit we can't forget
Uh, pass that chop to Bos, I call that shit

Ayy, used to ride in stolen cars
(Skrrt) , now we in foreign shit (Let's go)
Ayy, me and Flip way in the sky
We just explorin' shit (Aight, come on)
Walk in every single store, we cashin' out
We buyin' shit (Yeah)
Fuck the opps, them niggas hoes
I swear they ass be dyin' quick
Look, I swear the last nigga got hit
(Boom, pfft)
They found him layin' on his dick
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 fucked around
Bookеd him for his blick
(Aight, come on, what else?)
When I was broke, they bitch
Ain't say a thing, Now this ho on my dick
I stand ten toes and grip
That chop with two hands
(Yup) , this bitch came with kick (Vfft)
Ayy, stole the whip, time to slide, man
That's some shit we can't resist (Aight)
He try to run, I pass that chop to Flip
I call that shit assist (Come on)
He think shit sweet, he spoke on Fifty name
Some shit we can't forget (Let's go)

We mix Bos niggas with Bragg' niggas
That's what we call the six
I swear like, every chance we get
We shoot them boys all in they shit
I swear like, every chance we get
We leave them boys down on they dick
I think this nigga scared to shoot
I'm finna take this nigga stick
I think this nigga scared to shoot
I'm finna take this nigga pole
Got in that jam, this nigga froze
(I can't believe this nigga told)
I can't believe my opps feel bold
(It's like they playin' with they nose)
These niggas playin' with that gang
It's like they playin' with they soul
(Facts, playin' with they life)

This nigga spoke on me and Flip
I swear his ass wasn't thinkin' twice
We rolled his ass just like some dice
This nigga 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
Fucks 'bout catchin' no case
We caught this shit, might bail the way
I keep this Glizzy on my waist
I'ma hop out
Put this bitch on top of your head
Just like I'm from O lake

I'ma hop out, Put this bitch on top of his
Head just like a soul in
I swear that 40 had some kick
I try to shoot that nigga '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 bitch 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 shit
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, bitch
We the meanin' of on sight

(And I got the Yayo)