problem solvers - lub minu & kayglo lyrics
[intro: kayglo]
b*tch, you know it’s ‘glo, ay
b*tch, you know it’s ‘glo, ay
ayyy, go!
ay, go!
b*tch, i got the racks, owe me now
gooo, ay
gooo, ay
go!
[verse 1: kayglo]
if it’s a problem, we solve it
we with the clappin’, we ain’t with the brawlin’
7.62, [?]
run up and put him in a coffin
smokin’ on runtz and this sh*t got me coughing
put a hole in his head, like a dolphin
and we keep sticks, you’ll think we be golfing
on the block, like i’m o’neal
reach for my chain you get k!lled
whole gang come [?] and be steppin’ for real
doing drill, we don’t need no pill
i’m full of this [?]
take drugs for the pain but this sh*t don’t heal
got this sh*t out the trap, ain’t sign no deal
big bankrolls, pockets look like phil
we caught that boy, got right on his heels
lost blood in his sh*t
you know how that feel?
she wanna f*ck, but i told her to chill
to come to the [?] and just made her kneel
12 got behind me and thought it was sweet
n*gga, we don’t panic, ‘cuz i got wheel
get in that jam, i bet he gon’ fold
no, i never told
i won’t ever squeal
all*black truck, it’s a bullet*proof range
these n*ggas be lame, they ass getting pilled
‘member late nights tryna hit me a stain
it was just me and stain, this sh*t is for real
all these n*ggas be claiming they gang
well, if you gang, then just keep it real
new h*llcat now i’m swervin’ lane*to*lane
ain’t chasing no fame, i just want the m
[verse 2: lub minu]
go! go!
he want them m’s and i’m just tryna blam
[?] me, we gon’ slide, rotate like a fan
i lost my brother right here, whatchu sayin’?
[?], but we hawkin’ yo man
you talk on the ‘gram, you get locked in the can
now yo ass a goofy, yo ass on a ban
i throw up the dubb, b*tch i’m from the [?]
[?] ‘cuz you ride with the feds
you say the wrong thing and we put you to bed
like cat in the hat, i walk with the leg
he tried to run then got shot in the head
what was he thinking?
now lil buddy dead
sneak with the choppa right under the bed
amiris be tucked, they be hugging my legs
i step out the crib and my vision be red
[verse 3: kayglo]
ay, b*tch gon’ do what i say so
you already know, lil b*tch, i’m kayglo, ay
just poured the four in the faygo
we sending bullets so bro better get low, ay
start shooting, not hollow*tips ‘fo
this gen. 5, nah this ain’t no gen. 4, ay
[?] i’m out the window
me and lil [?] in the trap with 10*4s
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[verse 4: lub minu]
ayyy
when i up this mac, i’mma aim at his back
empty the clip, got no time to react
off his sh*t, ‘cuz i walk with a strap
fo’*nick’ be the hip, i don’t know how to lack
go body*for*body, i ain’t with the chit*chat
i ain’t ducking no smoke
‘cuz b*tch, i’m from the ‘raq
ya mans got slept, and y’all still ain’t get back!
[outro: kayglo]
no cap!
yo mans get smoke, you still ain’t get back
i’m with the gang, then you get clapped
i’m out the car, then you get wrapped
just me and lub minu in the stu’ with the wrapper
run up on me, lil b*tch, we clappin’
glock 43 on my hip, [?]
run up on me, then i’m shoot ’til it’s empty
boom!
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