Solar Panel Lyrics

My brain saying red red rum

Leave em dead dead done

He think he sharper then a pencil, till that led in em

Catch me turnt up on the block

Haha

Catch me turnt up on the block I got them goonies up on post

I be speaking dirty talk them hoochies thinking that I'm gross

Ghetto kid make that blood drag and we ain't doing that brag and boast

My led been burning flesh and got more for who trying to roast

I run it back I run it back, won't see me running to no channel

I'm bringing that energy like a fucking solar panel

The block done got a gunna back they better go load they ammo

Making fun of this and fun of that ? ripping up your fuck boy flannel

They be barely outside that's why they hard to smoke

They claim we ain't shooters that's alright check the articles

You did me dirty first I did it back I ain't sorry hoe

I'm cursed trying to burn every phony into particles

Lit they whip with em in it, got it jumping like a car show

Head shot he ain't get it, but got tagged up in his torso

Even if you not a donor still can get your heart stoled

For death I've been prepping fully stepping never partial

Fall in line follow protocol

Member back on time I ain't even have a hoe to call

If I ain't seeing a dollar sign you'll see me getting bored of y'all

Swear you in the field better pray that they don't score on y'all

My goonie he a real goon took that pole and left em shitting in that bag

We them outdoor dogs them pussy's hidden in that pad

You active ? Well we fully active even in that slam

They be swearing on the gram, can somebody get they man's ?

Had it all going ball rolling but I fucked it off

My brother was driving bucking with me too like fuck it all

Don't be curious what we clutching on, it'll show you deaths door

Dumb hoe yeah I bust on jaws, the hood is what we step for

Got em overthinking my slang they don't understand

Came up as that underdog ain't have the upper hand

If I can't pull his hoe I bet you that my brother can

I was on a roll shooting shit up in that suckah land

Get the fuck up off the mic bout the funk you ain't got no opps

You ain't put in work and never will you ain't shot no shot

All they do is bbq and get drunk and just talk and talk

Catch me on the scene all I know is just to pop and pop

I hadda go through hell I come from out that zone

I was thugging in that jail niggas fucking on my hoes

Thugging in that prison cell really trucked a couple phones

Back up on my feet got this b curling up her toes

Catch me turnt up on the block I got them goonies up on post

I be speaking dirty talk them hoochies thinking that I'm gross

Ghetto kid make that blood drag and we ain't doing that brag and boast

My led been burning flesh and got more for who trying to roast

I run it back I run it back, won't see me running to no channel

I'm bringing that energy like a fucking solar panel

The block done got a gunna back they better go load they ammo

Making fun of this and fun of that ? ripping up your fuck boy flannel

They be barely outside that's why they hard to smoke

They claim we ain't shooters that's alright check the articles

You did me dirty first I did it back I ain't sorry hoe

I'm cursed trying to burn every phony into particles