Solid Bros

By GetRichZay

On Same Zay

Released on May 18, 2021

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[Intro: GetRichZay]

(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—


[Verse 1: GetRichZay]

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 skit (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)


[Verse 2: Bos Flip]

We mix Boss 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)


[Verse 3: GetRichZay]

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


[Verse 4: Lil Flip]

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 tat a 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


[Outro]

(And I got the Yayo)