tonimarti - Solo Lyrics

Solo dolo in this bitch no I can't f*ck with fake ass hoes, man
Why she still wanna get so close its cuz she see me coming with the glow
Stunting flexing on your ass, shorty you know I'm counting
Cash, fat sacks, money bags, been about that
Step back bitch, you don't wanna get smacked back
Take your half ass, wack ass raps back, man I'm not tryna hear that shit
Get turned to a pack, turned to a spliff pass it to the left,
I ain't hitting that weak ass shit
We cash out bitch, runnin' up the dollars
Blowing that loud, homie got that zaza
They ain't come around when I ain't have nada
Now these hoes wanna f*ck cause I got commas
Madman for the bands, loco for the pesos,
Bankrolls, Toni a schizo
Voice in my head said lets get this doe
Can't trust no soul, I don't know these hoes
F*ck with my hustle you off of your toes
I stay on my shit, what you think this is lil bitch

I keep my circle small, who the f*ck is you
Get up out my face
Tell me where was you at when the shit hit the fan
And I was down bad, bad
I had holes in my clothes, holes in my shoes
Now I can't even afford to lose
Me and my brothers, we all want the loot
And if he bout to shoot, I'mma alley-oop
You don't bleed what I bleed
It's green in your veins
I look in your face, all I see is a snake
Been A1, since day one, no, I cannot change
I stay in my lane, no, don't come round my way
You a fake f*ckboy, I can't hang with y'all
Can't eat with y'all, I can't kick it with y'all
I'm all on my own, Before with you hoes
Tryna break this break, give it back to the fam
Run it up out the mud, runnin' up my funds
If it ain't bout business, then why should I listen
You trippin', thinkin' I'm givin' a f*ck