[ Featuring Bry-Han Solo ]
Real shit, real shit
Real shit, real shit
I just be doin' a lot (yeah, yeah)
I ain't that new to the block (nah, nah)
Phone stay ringin'
Cause I be movin' a lot
Disrespect it
You'll get two to the top
It's gettin' sketchy
Then we move to the spot (real shit, real shit)
Finna' mob to the hills
Where Pop got killed
Chilled with my exes
Ain't pop no pills
More crews than a Lexus
My thoughts got real
Solo number one
Like a dollar bill, like a dollar bill
Trigger off safety, never gon' play me
Six feet under, f*ck around with AP
Money was slim, had to get a little shady
Filled to the brim, will you repay me
Makin' more noise than crack in the 80's
I don't got no babies, hotter than Haiti
I'm stoppin' Miss Daisy, I'm droppin' it crazy
I'm up in the cut, but you not gonna shade me
You not gonna shade me
Flood with the pack make the block go crazy
Out west to New York like KD
I've been on it too long like Brady
New money got my energy
Need gas I be fillin' em up
Ski mask keep that in the cut
Dame time from the logo I'm clutch
All I'm givin' is plays
Big ice make it snow in L.A
Plug hype, got em' gone in a day
Money right I got all of them straight
Solo yeah we got one
Niggas having broke thoughts we don't got none
Still poppin' Rose off riding shotgun
Tre pound snub nose that's a stop button
Keep racks that's a G pass
Smellin' money when I breeze past
Niggas hatin' throwin' sneak jabs
Keep it on me playin' freeze tag
Yeah we doin' a lot, left wrist keep it movin' a lot
Give em' bars and I prove it a lot
Hustle hard you gon' do it or not
Trigger off safety, never gon' play me
Six feet under, f*ck around with AP
Money was slim, had to get a little shady
Filled to the brim, will you repay me
Makin' more noise than crack in the 80's
I don't got no babies, hotter than Haiti
I'm stoppin' Miss Daisy, I'm droppin' it crazy
I'm up in the cut, but you not gonna shade me
