SOLVED THE PROBLEM (Explicit)

作曲 : Frank Childress/Divjot Anand

作詞 : Frank Childress/Divjot Anand

Yeah, *****

Where the bricks, where the blow?

*****, yeah

Where the bricks, where the blow?

(Where the bricks, where the blow?)

(Ayy, man, Comethazine up in this *****, *****,

Know I'm piped the **** up)

Where the bricks, where the blow?

(Where the bricks, where the blow?)

*****, *****, yuh, ayy

Where the bricks, where the blow?

Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose

R.I.P. Philip, my right hand ***** but he gone (Yeah)

Now I gotta smoke these ***** *****s on my own

(I gotta smoke 'em on my own)

These *****s actin' tough but turn ***** over a ho (*****)

Boy, I would never go, I **** that ho,

Then make her go (C'mere!)

*****, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!)

And *****, I got your phone,

Wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)

That ***** talkin' tough, yes,

I can hear it in his tone (*****!)

I slapped him with the chrome,

Then put a bullet in his dome (C'mere!)

My all white Air Force 1s gotta be fresh

Or I can't rock 'em (I can't rock 'em)

If he step on these,

I might just **** around and sock him (*****!)

Dangle that boy over a ledge and then I drop him (Bye!)

Shoot a bullet straight to his head,

I solved the problem (Boom, boom!)

Not going back and forth on the 'Gram,

I had to block him (No)

Rather catch him lackin' in public and then pop him (C'mere!)

Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him

I'ma pull a Biggie Smalls, *****, don't know who shot him

If I shoot and I miss, I bet one of my guys got him

And I'ma let him keep his **** 'cause I'm rich,

I ain't gotta rob him

Where the bricks, where the blow?

Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose

R.I.P. Philip, my right hand ***** but he gone (Yeah)

Now I gotta smoke these ***** *****s on my own

(I gotta smoke 'em on my own)

These *****s actin' tough but turn ***** over a ho (*****)

Boy, I would never go, I **** that ho, then make her go (C'mere!)

*****, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!)

And *****, I got your phone,

Wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)

Where the bricks, where the blow?

Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose

R.I.P. Philip, my right hand ***** but he gone (Yeah)

Now I gotta smoke these ***** *****s on my own

(I gotta smoke 'em on my own)

These *****s actin' tough but turn ***** over a ho (*****)

Boy, I would never go, I **** that ho, then make her go (C'mere!)

*****, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!)

And *****, I got your phone,

Wait 'til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)