Solokey Lyrics

Ye ye

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