Solo

I be rocking shows ****

My fans scream and chant

Rock expensive clothes ****

I rock designer pants

We kick in your door ****

He ain't have no chance

She said don't cut my songs on

They put her in a trance

I was going solo

But that was moving slow mo

What they doing wrong I don't know

When we link tell her no photos

My time with her was so so

But she jumped on it like pogo

They ain't wanna know bro

When it was just me and Koso

They ain't really fuck with me till I was bout to blow tho

Stick under the fucking seat but keep that on the low tho

Me and Nissim wearing helmut lang

All black just like Bruce Wayne

GMG Imma do my thing

Big house fast cars bad broads bling bling

If you ain't gang then a **** can't hang

If the bitch bad I might just bang bang

**** ain't hearing understanding my slang

Imma throw back if he reach for my chain

Tried to cut me off when I stayed in my lane

Now **** gotta see pain yo

We make blood splatter like paint yo

It's getting hard for me to hold you up

It's getting hard for me to hold you up

Is it getting hot in here or is it us

I could spend all this gualla but ion even want this stuff

I be rocking shows ****

My fans scream and chant

Rock expensive clothes ****

I rock designer pants

We kick in your door ****

He ain't have no chance

She said don't cut my songs on

They put her in a trance

I was going solo

But that was moving slow mo