Solid (feat. Jay Balla)

Seen a couple **** change up

Oh bitches change too

Ima get me **** betta get you

Block ties ever seen a shooter in a coupe

And i’ll run them bands up

But never change for the loot

People spray your name

When your solid ****

You tell them no once

And they don’t think your solid ****

It’s hard to focus on the fame

When you solid ****

This year i’m only fucking round with solid ****

People spray your name

When your solid ****

You tell them no once

And they don’t think your solid ****

It’s hard to focus on the fame

When you solid ****

This year i’m only fucking round with solid ****

I was fucked up with nothing

Ain’t gone lie i was on my ass

Still looked out for you ****

Use to give you **** my last

When y’all ain’t have nothing to smoke

I gave you bitches my gas

When your car was on e

I have you **** my cash

One day i say i ain’t got it

They talked about me bad

Like i ain’t never help em

That shit there made me

What the fuck wrong with you ****

I don’t know but y’all ain’t solid

How the fuck you diss a ****

That would have emptied out his wallet

When the **** had no Sargent

I called em like y’all wildin

My **** them my brothers

Bout them **** i’m riding

And i’m

Seen a couple **** change up

Oh bitches change too

Ima get me **** betta get you

Block ties ever seen a shooter in a coupe

And i’ll run them bands up

But never change for the loot

People spray your name

When your solid ****

You tell them no once

And they don’t think your solid ****

It’s hard to focus on the fame

When you solid ****

This year i’m only fucking round with solid ****

People spray your name

When your solid ****

You tell them no once

And they don’t think your solid ****

It’s hard to focus on the fame

When you solid ****

This year i’m only fucking round with solid ****

I done seen bitches get out of pocket

And **** come off them pockets

Know **** thats snatching pockets

And getting booked

Fuck popularity could give a fuck about being booked

That hoe energy ain’t right so i ain’t even look

I don’t do business with my brother my ****

I got it he good

Just left vegas for givenchi

Got off my flight came the hood

Ain’t gotta salt a **** name

Shit i wish em all good

Seven daughters, trynna get them and o. g. out the hood

Run a check up for the betta

My **** we with whateva

You tell em no once

Them **** hate you for foreva

Fuck em

Seen a couple **** change up

Oh bitches change too

Ima get me **** betta get you

Block ties ever seen a shooter in a coupe

And i’ll run them bands up

But never change for the loot

People spray your name

When your solid ****

You tell them no once

And they don’t think your solid ****

It’s hard to focus on the fame

When you solid ****

This year i’m only fucking round with solid ****