Solo - JayDaYoungan

Nigga, what the fuck we on

(DJ, you the plug)

Hmm-mm

Mad as a bitch, fuck that shit, I’m slidin' in the

It’s just me and the stick, bitch, I’ma slide solo

Tryna crack you in your shit, I bet you won’t speak normal

Tryna play me like a bitch but you know that’s a no-no

on your street, late night, lookin' like a hobo

Six shots all I need, I’m steppin' wit' the .44

If I go broke, bitch, I’ma scope, come get it for the low low

And they flew off up in the for trippin' on that mojo

Posted in the cut, no bandana, if I tell him, he gon' spray

I tell him, he gon' spray (I tell him, he gon' spray)

And don’t come around my way, they don’t play

No, that shit just ain’t safe, that shit just ain’t safe

And I just left the gun store

Bitch, I’m like, «Who wants more?»

I tell 'em, «Pull up now» and they gon' do that shit pronto

That’s the reason that I love 'em, how the fuck could I want more?

Ain’t no in that field but we

Back then they used to treat me just like shit when my funds low

But now I’m rich, bitch, I can buy my mama a condo

Just lookin' for some better days, I pray as the months go

Why the fuck you feel like you can come and play wit' me?

Ain’t tryna hear that shit you said, I know it’s makebelieve

Don’t know what it is yet but they on the interstate wit' keys

Police had got behind my ass, I had to ate the weed

I’m drivin' fast, I do the dance, I got 'em cagin' me

Might fuck around and pull a race, ain’t got TayK wit' me

Right on the scene, that’s where he lay, bitch, we gon' make 'em bleed

Bitch, you gon' scream since your bitch ass been tryna make a scene

Said I was gon' stop takin' Percs but now I’m takin' three

Said I was gon' stop sippin' Act but I still taste the lean

With crazy cat, he’s tryna show you what the crazy mean

They want me dead, why the fuck you savin' me

Mad as a bitch, fuck that shit, I’m slidin' in the

It’s just me and the stick, bitch, I’ma slide solo

Tryna crack you in your shit, I bet you won’t speak normal

Tryna play me like a bitch but you know that’s a no-no

on your street, late night, lookin' like a hobo

Six shots all I need, I’m steppin' wit' the .44

If I go broke, bitch, I’ma scope, come get it for the low low

And they flew off up in the for trippin' on that mojo

Posted in the cut, no bandana, if I tell him, he gon' spray

I tell him, he gon' spray (Ayy, ayy)

And don’t come around my way, they don’t play

No, that shit just ain’t safe, that shit just ain’t safe