letra de solo - blac youngsta
[intro]
(dj swift on the track)
(drumdummie made the beat and i’m gon’ k!ll it)
(mook on the beat)
yeah, yeah, yeah, i say
[chorus]
ah, ah, glock on me, i’m solo, gang, gang
n-gga say he shot at me and didn’t hit sh-t, that’s a no-go
all my b-tches pretty, how i know? ’cause they send photos
i send all my b-tches’ nude pictures to my bro though (free big grape)
ah, ah, glock on me, i’m solo
don’t you mention young dro
when i say i drip, my polo, gang, gang
gave my n-gga ten years, he got caught up with that foe-foe
i can’t wait ’til he come home and take him to the gun store
[verse 1]
slow down, don’t need to rush (no need)
put my brinks on a diesel truck (my d’s)
i got locked up with my alpine, policе so evil to us (f-ck ’em)
faceshot, no need to fuss, my gun c-ckеd, on d, c-ck
so many of my n-ggas, they leavin’ us
yeah, i feel victim to the streets when i turn eight years old, yeah
my n-gga, he ain’t comin’ home
he ain’t even make parole, yeah
all that bad sh-t i did, i know god gon’ take my soul
i got ninety-nine problems, i ain’t worried ’bout no hoes
real street n-gga, gotta stand for some
that’s the realest sh-t i was ever told
yeah, let’s get this sh-t understood, gang, gang
i’m the type of n-gga pull down, shoot you in yo’ hood
you the type of n-gga point me out in court, i’m good (hmm)
i’ma gon’ tie yo’ mammy up, make you say i didn’t do it, i say
[chorus]
ah, ah, glock on me, i’m solo, gang, gang
n-gga say he shot at me and didn’t hit sh-t, that’s a no-go
all my b-tches pretty, how i know? ’cause they send photos
i send all my b-tches’ nude pictures to my bro though (free big grape)
ah, ah, glock on me, i’m solo
don’t you mention young dro
when i say i drip, my polo, gang, gang
gave my n-gga ten years, he got caught up with that foe-foe
i can’t wait ’til he come home and take him to the gun store
[verse 2]
yeah, i know ’em p-ssy n-ggas don’t wanna see me breathe, ayy (breathe)
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i’m better than weezy, gang, gang
my granny tellin’ me to take it easy, oh
gotta be there for my kids ’cause they need me
role model, i ain’t have a role model growin’ up
craddy died, ronnie died, td died
and i’m in the booth, still pourin’ up (pourin’ up)
and i’m in the booth, still pourin’ up (pourin’ up, pourin’ up)
[chorus]
ah, ah, glock on me, i’m solo, gang, gang
n-gga say he shot at me and didn’t hit sh-t, that’s a no-go
all my b-tches pretty, how i know? ’cause they send photos
i send all my b-tches’ nude pictures to my bro though (free big grape)
ah, ah, glock on me, i’m solo
don’t you mention young dro
when i say i drip, my polo, gang, gang
gave my n-gga ten years, he got caught up with that foe-foe
i can’t wait ’til he come home and take him to the gun store
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