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Evo (feat. Atlis) Video (MV)




Performed By: solid
Length: 3:58
Written by: Christian Anderson, Simon Gomez




solid - Evo (feat. Atlis) Lyrics




What you mean tho
Bout to get as famous as the Beatles
Pull up in the crib I want the Evo
Bout to pop out flexing with the C notes
All my haters lookin' at me through a peephole

We ain't famous yet just painting lines up on the pavement making a lane and
Bringing the banking to us
Like sipping the fifth of the liquor no chaser
F*ck it up
Wait for the money and f*ck it up brain is a putty I make it to what i want
Aim it one in the chamber
Holding the weight like I'm making a gain but again I'm a tainted motherf*cker to get it with a bang
Entertainment
Entangled wit' dangling keys to the way that I'm making the crowd go wait
Hold up
Oh f*cking god damn
That boy be putting dudes on stands like it was Potsdam
Atlis got a lot planned
Stop playing wit' us witness
Solid hit a brick wall
Wit' his fist hard enough to break all
Solis spitting hungry for a plate that's feeding Rick Ross
Our shits raw and our style is rarer
What's at stake
Beware of us

What you mean tho
Bout to get as famous as the Beatles
Pull up in the crib I want the Evo
Bout to pop out flexing with the C notes
All my haters lookin' at me through a peep hole

Eh yo, This is everything real (yeah)
Dope lines and I don't deal (yeah)
Focus on your career (nah)
How you gonna pay the bills (huh)
Really feening, popping pills (ah)
Smoking sour, sipping beers (damn)
Sending the pity
All at your kidney
EviDdently
I done got plenty
Wanting them semis
Going through Kenny
An Straight at your heart bitch
I am the boss kid
Talking bout music
Hitting it outta the park
F*cking abusive
I need I need fortune
I need I need more tunes
I need endorsements
I am important
Yeah
All of this anger inside of me
I am just me cause I gotta be
Everything you ain't liking B
So don't tell me you proud of me
Boy this Solid and Atlis
Murdering track lists
Moving the masses
Spazzin'
Out of this world
What do I know?
That I am the greatest unknown

What you mean tho
Bout to get as famous as the Beatles
Pull up in the crib I want the Evo
Bout to pop out flexing with the C notes
What you what you what you what you
What you mean tho
Bout to get as famous as the Beatles
Pull up in the crib I want the Evo
Bout to pop out flexing with the C notes
All my haters lookin' at me through a peephole

I ain't sitting here just hitting quotas hold up bitches
Load this f*ckin' mic up with quarter pound of TNT
I be the lighter to the wick a flick bic and f*ck ya bitch up in a B and B
I'm a diety
Down in the dungeon that d & d
Y'all saying I'm out dated my blade is now playing on DVD
Since VHS I labeled the tapes
Now I be giving a label my tape
I see ya sweat
No fear is set in my heart I f*ckin' take it if I want to take it ya ya ya
Stripper clip naked
I ain't give a shit bout y'all since I was a kid fourteen with the boys spitting bars in the muhf*cking lunch room
Tripping on this is a fist full of mushrooms
Psilocybin I sit here wylin' with Solid fear and loathing in
Las Vegas we cross faded these bars painted my esophagus
Who you know better than us who can bring it from banger music to the conscious shit

What you mean tho
Bout to get as famous as the Beatles
Pull up in the crib I want the Evo
Bout to pop out flexing with the C notes
All my haters looking at me through a peephole (peephole)

All of dat lookin' now
I want a fair amount
Feeling like paramount
All on the big screen
Look that whip lean (skrt)
Bitch please
Each of these hits that I'm making is f*cking amazing
Enemies tracing
What I have created
Is up in a spaceship
Stuck in the basement making some basic
With bass and you feeling complacent
You comin' in hatin'
Comment and say shit while I make some comma
Drippin' in drama
Karma gon get you like coppas and robbas do
Nope never been amused
Who you know doing this
Like I'm doing this
Need Cuban links and a foreign
What you mean tho
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What you mean tho
Bout to get as famous as the Beatles
Pull up in the crib I want the Evo
Bout to pop out flexing with the C notes
All my haters lookin' at me through a peephole

We ain't famous yet just painting lines up on the pavement making a lane and
Bringing the banking to us
Like sipping the fifth of the liquor no chaser
F*ck it up
Wait for the money and f*ck it up brain is a putty I make it to what i want
Aim it one in the chamber
Holding the weight like I'm making a gain but again I'm a tainted motherf*cker to get it with a bang
Entertainment
Entangled wit' dangling keys to the way that I'm making the crowd go wait
Hold up
Oh f*cking god damn
That boy be putting dudes on stands like it was Potsdam
Atlis got a lot planned
Stop playing wit' us witness
Solid hit a brick wall
Wit' his fist hard enough to break all
Solis spitting hungry for a plate that's feeding Rick Ross
Our shits raw and our style is rarer
What's at stake
Beware of us

What you mean tho
Bout to get as famous as the Beatles
Pull up in the crib I want the Evo
Bout to pop out flexing with the C notes
All my haters lookin' at me through a peep hole

Eh yo, This is everything real (yeah)
Dope lines and I don't deal (yeah)
Focus on your career (nah)
How you gonna pay the bills (huh)
Really feening, popping pills (ah)
Smoking sour, sipping beers (damn)
Sending the pity
All at your kidney
EviDdently
I done got plenty
Wanting them semis
Going through Kenny
An Straight at your heart bitch
I am the boss kid
Talking bout music
Hitting it outta the park
F*cking abusive
I need I need fortune
I need I need more tunes
I need endorsements
I am important
Yeah
All of this anger inside of me
I am just me cause I gotta be
Everything you ain't liking B
So don't tell me you proud of me
Boy this Solid and Atlis
Murdering track lists
Moving the masses
Spazzin'
Out of this world
What do I know?
That I am the greatest unknown

What you mean tho
Bout to get as famous as the Beatles
Pull up in the crib I want the Evo
Bout to pop out flexing with the C notes
What you what you what you what you
What you mean tho
Bout to get as famous as the Beatles
Pull up in the crib I want the Evo
Bout to pop out flexing with the C notes
All my haters lookin' at me through a peephole

I ain't sitting here just hitting quotas hold up bitches
Load this f*ckin' mic up with quarter pound of TNT
I be the lighter to the wick a flick bic and f*ck ya bitch up in a B and B
I'm a diety
Down in the dungeon that d & d
Y'all saying I'm out dated my blade is now playing on DVD
Since VHS I labeled the tapes
Now I be giving a label my tape
I see ya sweat
No fear is set in my heart I f*ckin' take it if I want to take it ya ya ya
Stripper clip naked
I ain't give a shit bout y'all since I was a kid fourteen with the boys spitting bars in the muhf*cking lunch room
Tripping on this is a fist full of mushrooms
Psilocybin I sit here wylin' with Solid fear and loathing in
Las Vegas we cross faded these bars painted my esophagus
Who you know better than us who can bring it from banger music to the conscious shit

What you mean tho
Bout to get as famous as the Beatles
Pull up in the crib I want the Evo
Bout to pop out flexing with the C notes
All my haters looking at me through a peephole (peephole)

All of dat lookin' now
I want a fair amount
Feeling like paramount
All on the big screen
Look that whip lean (skrt)
Bitch please
Each of these hits that I'm making is f*cking amazing
Enemies tracing
What I have created
Is up in a spaceship
Stuck in the basement making some basic
With bass and you feeling complacent
You comin' in hatin'
Comment and say shit while I make some comma
Drippin' in drama
Karma gon get you like coppas and robbas do
Nope never been amused
Who you know doing this
Like I'm doing this
Need Cuban links and a foreign
What you mean tho
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Christian Anderson, Simon Gomez
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