Bry-Han Solo with Shmooth and Drizzy Savage - Ruthless Freestyle
Fresh to death, my tech shootingShit they call me solo cause I ain't a duplicate
Won't hear my high like I ain't never knew the bitch
Shit it's Eazy-E, I'm on a ruthless tip
Make amends cause I'm godly
Got the work, it depends with the cost be
Shots leave you turnt like you messing with Cosby
Sorry just have you salty like I'm Emeril Lagasse
Looking foxy, get her in the trap
Extra shawty how I get her on the snap
Knows I'll be the one to put my city on the map
But I can't hold on, can't get attached
Thank god too much of a mac
Cause I'll probably slip up while she robs my stash
Finess me out ya life, can't get that back
You get eighty-sixed, never put on the rack, that's a fact
There's no cap in my rap (rollin')
Ethika show while I sag
That Zaza keep me level-headed
While I count that bag
Club Rollin' get to it
You ruthless, I'm clueless
Cause if it come down to it
I ain't eating no cheese, you can't call me Stuart
I stay solo with the shit
Stay with the bros, clothes on the drip
Niggas wanna act like they're shooters
That's all I gotta do with it
Back and forth like a seesaw
Hungry, I need it all
Like Pac-Man with the eaten, pause
Death-hungry, they blew ghosts to me
That's all I see when the means galore
When I fuck, yeah I need a whore
Then back to the buckets, fuck it
Fly solo when I need to score
Like KD, I'm only worried about me
Written by:
André "Dre" Brown, Brian Porter, Devin Mcleod
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