Solokey
They threw a bitch inside the streets and still think this shit sweet
I swear I don't want none of the shit back I just want these niggas sleep yea
These niggas mad I ran the shit up fast
I got this shit solokey
Im not a blood but i'm still gone pop the pistol like my last name Pete
I feel like I gotta do it myself these niggas ain't getting no sleep
They know we toting the heavy artillery like we was in the army (hey)
How you claim you don't got money
I ran it up same two feet
All my niggas ride for my name
Don't matter if i'm dead or sleep
Grab lil buddy don't want him to move
We want silencers
We want brooms
We want everything inside the room
Gotta get it back
This for the crew
He want smoke
Gotta spin back to back
Just want a street bitch wit no strings attached
Never fake kick it, i'm speaking on facts
We want it we take it
You ain't getting shit back
Pull up on em
Block get sprayed
I hate doing time inside that cage
Gotta shoot first they ain't shooting fades
Don't jump in the street life ain't no game
Lifestyle getting crazy Ain't no telling what oops creeping in
Whole city loving Baby Zay because he brought them statues in
I wont walk inside the club if I cant bring my blicky in
Easy put the streets on lock cause niggas ain't got common sense
Played inside the streets I had to plot perfect time to fish
Got a lot of bait I feel the big fish gotta reel em in
They threw a bitch inside the streets and still think this shit sweet
I swear I don't want none of the shit back I just want these niggas sleep yea
These niggas mad I ran the shit up fast
I got this shit solokey
Im not a blood but i'm still gone pop the pistol like my last name Pete
I feel like I gotta do it myself these niggas ain't getting no sleep
They know we toting the heavy artillery like we was in the army (hey)
How you claim you don't got money
I ran it up same two feet
All my niggas ride for my name
Don't matter if i'm dead or sleep
I ain't graduate and I ain't go to college
They don't teach you about money they teach you about following
Gotta be number 1 inside the tournament
I gave whole city drip condiment
Cant give me what I want bitch I ain't calling back
I got my whole team back like quarterbacks
Run these niggas over I am a running back
Keep my back against the wall thumbtack
Im not gonna play i'm raise on the south
These niggas cant make it 285 south
I see a oop know i'm laying em down
We sneak right up on em
We choking em out
The caught me down bad
I was outta bounds
How thats yo homie he never help out
Wont catch me again got the stick in the couch
Had to go get the money the only way out
If I make me a move they gone say its a foul
Give niggas a inch they taking a mile
Start speaking my feelings thats technical foul
Just kicked a bitch out cause she all in my mouth
They only do it for fame and the clout
Rest In Peace Mari he died in my paw
If I cut you off then you taking a lost
I just dropped the top I don't care about the cost
They threw a bitch inside the streets and still think this shit sweet
I swear I don't want none of the shit back I just want these niggas sleep yea
These niggas mad I ran the shit up fast
I got this shit solokey
Im not a blood but i'm still gone pop the pistol like my last name Pete
I feel like I gotta do it myself these niggas ain't getting no sleep
They know we toting the heavy artillery like we was in the army (hey)
How you claim you don't got money
I ran it up same two feet
All my niggas ride for my name
Don't matter if i'm dead or sleep
I swear I don't want none of the shit back I just want these niggas sleep yea
These niggas mad I ran the shit up fast
I got this shit solokey
Im not a blood but i'm still gone pop the pistol like my last name Pete
I feel like I gotta do it myself these niggas ain't getting no sleep
They know we toting the heavy artillery like we was in the army (hey)
How you claim you don't got money
I ran it up same two feet
All my niggas ride for my name
Don't matter if i'm dead or sleep
Grab lil buddy don't want him to move
We want silencers
We want brooms
We want everything inside the room
Gotta get it back
This for the crew
He want smoke
Gotta spin back to back
Just want a street bitch wit no strings attached
Never fake kick it, i'm speaking on facts
We want it we take it
You ain't getting shit back
Pull up on em
Block get sprayed
I hate doing time inside that cage
Gotta shoot first they ain't shooting fades
Don't jump in the street life ain't no game
Lifestyle getting crazy Ain't no telling what oops creeping in
Whole city loving Baby Zay because he brought them statues in
I wont walk inside the club if I cant bring my blicky in
Easy put the streets on lock cause niggas ain't got common sense
Played inside the streets I had to plot perfect time to fish
Got a lot of bait I feel the big fish gotta reel em in
They threw a bitch inside the streets and still think this shit sweet
I swear I don't want none of the shit back I just want these niggas sleep yea
These niggas mad I ran the shit up fast
I got this shit solokey
Im not a blood but i'm still gone pop the pistol like my last name Pete
I feel like I gotta do it myself these niggas ain't getting no sleep
They know we toting the heavy artillery like we was in the army (hey)
How you claim you don't got money
I ran it up same two feet
All my niggas ride for my name
Don't matter if i'm dead or sleep
I ain't graduate and I ain't go to college
They don't teach you about money they teach you about following
Gotta be number 1 inside the tournament
I gave whole city drip condiment
Cant give me what I want bitch I ain't calling back
I got my whole team back like quarterbacks
Run these niggas over I am a running back
Keep my back against the wall thumbtack
Im not gonna play i'm raise on the south
These niggas cant make it 285 south
I see a oop know i'm laying em down
We sneak right up on em
We choking em out
The caught me down bad
I was outta bounds
How thats yo homie he never help out
Wont catch me again got the stick in the couch
Had to go get the money the only way out
If I make me a move they gone say its a foul
Give niggas a inch they taking a mile
Start speaking my feelings thats technical foul
Just kicked a bitch out cause she all in my mouth
They only do it for fame and the clout
Rest In Peace Mari he died in my paw
If I cut you off then you taking a lost
I just dropped the top I don't care about the cost
They threw a bitch inside the streets and still think this shit sweet
I swear I don't want none of the shit back I just want these niggas sleep yea
These niggas mad I ran the shit up fast
I got this shit solokey
Im not a blood but i'm still gone pop the pistol like my last name Pete
I feel like I gotta do it myself these niggas ain't getting no sleep
They know we toting the heavy artillery like we was in the army (hey)
How you claim you don't got money
I ran it up same two feet
All my niggas ride for my name
Don't matter if i'm dead or sleep
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Writer(s): Xavier Knowles
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