Bish
Bitch bitch, Bish (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Just wait
Hp, yeah, hp, yeah
Trilll Bryce up in this bitch
Niggas talking sweet, but he got a flat top
I'ma fold his ass up just like a f*cking laptop, bitch
Every time I get to flowing I get in the motion
Get the notion
Got your bitch up on me she wet like the ocean and
Hmm yeah
I had to snap real quick
I gotta bad lil' bitch
You know she (Suck my dick)
She, she say she f*ck wit' my flow you know how it goes
Lil' shawty a hoe
I get it fast like digital dash
I only worry bout' the cash
My money is blue like bitch who is you
She blow me just like a kazoo
I hang wit' them killers, my niggas gorillas
Free them niggas out the zoo
I shoot like I'm Curry, my money is dirty
You know I be flipping that pac
Talk down on my niggas, they coming to get ya
Cause none of em know how to act
Aye
And you know I got the toolie bitch
You a stupid bitch
Pull up wit your wife we playing smash but no Nintendo Switch
I got money I got hits for days
You can check the plays
I got corn I got the chips and I ain't talking Frito-Lay
Got a bitch right from the bay and she so nasty
Had to rob the plug cause this nigga tryna' tax me
If he talking shit, pussy come and get your ass beat
Then I take a selfie wit' his bitch
And her ass cheeks
Still getting money from this lick that I hit last week
Don't know why niggas talking shit but they can't @ me (can't tag)
Boy you better hope that I don't come across your addy
Or leave you like a orphan
Kill your mama or your daddy
Feeling shifty
I'ma go get me a 10 piece, yeah
She wanna tempt me
Smoke that pac in the backseat, yeah
I don't want your hoes, cause I got my own
I don't text her I just play her like its Tic Tac Toe
I got 2 different women in different states
I don't have the time to be around you if you is a lame
Please nigga don't get knocked
You scary, jump like hop scotch
I'm saving up for a Glock
Cause I'm on your ass like a cop
Run up the interval I be too difficult to be hanging wit' a op
I gotta couple of people that steady be stressing me just for some time
Give me your chick, I took her easy, sorta like hitting a lick
Lil' boy you a kid, buy a diaper for your shit
We cannot conversate if it ain't about the paper
I got 20 bitches some for now and some for later
Pussy niggas mad its whatever they just haters
F*ck em' its all cool
I'ma let you meet your maker
Solo Szn (feat. Trilll Bryce & Swishy G) Video (MV)
Sylvy - Solo Szn (feat. Trilll Bryce & Swishy G) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Bish
Bitch bitch, Bish (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Just wait
Hp, yeah, hp, yeah
Trilll Bryce up in this bitch
Niggas talking sweet, but he got a flat top
I'ma fold his ass up just like a f*cking laptop, bitch
Every time I get to flowing I get in the motion
Get the notion
Got your bitch up on me she wet like the ocean and
Hmm yeah
I had to snap real quick
I gotta bad lil' bitch
You know she (Suck my dick)
She, she say she f*ck wit' my flow you know how it goes
Lil' shawty a hoe
I get it fast like digital dash
I only worry bout' the cash
My money is blue like bitch who is you
She blow me just like a kazoo
I hang wit' them killers, my niggas gorillas
Free them niggas out the zoo
I shoot like I'm Curry, my money is dirty
You know I be flipping that pac
Talk down on my niggas, they coming to get ya
Cause none of em know how to act
Aye
And you know I got the toolie bitch
You a stupid bitch
Pull up wit your wife we playing smash but no Nintendo Switch
I got money I got hits for days
You can check the plays
I got corn I got the chips and I ain't talking Frito-Lay
Got a bitch right from the bay and she so nasty
Had to rob the plug cause this nigga tryna' tax me
If he talking shit, pussy come and get your ass beat
Then I take a selfie wit' his bitch
And her ass cheeks
Still getting money from this lick that I hit last week
Don't know why niggas talking shit but they can't @ me (can't tag)
Boy you better hope that I don't come across your addy
Or leave you like a orphan
Kill your mama or your daddy
Feeling shifty
I'ma go get me a 10 piece, yeah
She wanna tempt me
Smoke that pac in the backseat, yeah
I don't want your hoes, cause I got my own
I don't text her I just play her like its Tic Tac Toe
I got 2 different women in different states
I don't have the time to be around you if you is a lame
Please nigga don't get knocked
You scary, jump like hop scotch
I'm saving up for a Glock
Cause I'm on your ass like a cop
Run up the interval I be too difficult to be hanging wit' a op
I gotta couple of people that steady be stressing me just for some time
Give me your chick, I took her easy, sorta like hitting a lick
Lil' boy you a kid, buy a diaper for your shit
We cannot conversate if it ain't about the paper
I got 20 bitches some for now and some for later
Pussy niggas mad its whatever they just haters
F*ck em' its all cool
I'ma let you meet your maker
Bitch bitch, Bish (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Just wait
Hp, yeah, hp, yeah
Trilll Bryce up in this bitch
Niggas talking sweet, but he got a flat top
I'ma fold his ass up just like a f*cking laptop, bitch
Every time I get to flowing I get in the motion
Get the notion
Got your bitch up on me she wet like the ocean and
Hmm yeah
I had to snap real quick
I gotta bad lil' bitch
You know she (Suck my dick)
She, she say she f*ck wit' my flow you know how it goes
Lil' shawty a hoe
I get it fast like digital dash
I only worry bout' the cash
My money is blue like bitch who is you
She blow me just like a kazoo
I hang wit' them killers, my niggas gorillas
Free them niggas out the zoo
I shoot like I'm Curry, my money is dirty
You know I be flipping that pac
Talk down on my niggas, they coming to get ya
Cause none of em know how to act
Aye
And you know I got the toolie bitch
You a stupid bitch
Pull up wit your wife we playing smash but no Nintendo Switch
I got money I got hits for days
You can check the plays
I got corn I got the chips and I ain't talking Frito-Lay
Got a bitch right from the bay and she so nasty
Had to rob the plug cause this nigga tryna' tax me
If he talking shit, pussy come and get your ass beat
Then I take a selfie wit' his bitch
And her ass cheeks
Still getting money from this lick that I hit last week
Don't know why niggas talking shit but they can't @ me (can't tag)
Boy you better hope that I don't come across your addy
Or leave you like a orphan
Kill your mama or your daddy
Feeling shifty
I'ma go get me a 10 piece, yeah
She wanna tempt me
Smoke that pac in the backseat, yeah
I don't want your hoes, cause I got my own
I don't text her I just play her like its Tic Tac Toe
I got 2 different women in different states
I don't have the time to be around you if you is a lame
Please nigga don't get knocked
You scary, jump like hop scotch
I'm saving up for a Glock
Cause I'm on your ass like a cop
Run up the interval I be too difficult to be hanging wit' a op
I gotta couple of people that steady be stressing me just for some time
Give me your chick, I took her easy, sorta like hitting a lick
Lil' boy you a kid, buy a diaper for your shit
We cannot conversate if it ain't about the paper
I got 20 bitches some for now and some for later
Pussy niggas mad its whatever they just haters
F*ck em' its all cool
I'ma let you meet your maker
Writer: Sir Sylvy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid