Solo ft. The BA Double Lyrics

Groovin' solo, high-speed tempo

Keep that paper in my sights

Turned up, no chill, my life so real

Nothin' but money on my mind

And I'm gon' get it

See I was late night creepin' I was groovin' down the Fax

Orange and blue'd up, havin' my orange H-Star hat

Feelin' good, cuz I'm sittin' on a few racks and uh

That 4-5 judge got my back as needed

And at times, these niggas, they be on they trip shit

That's when I get out of retirement on my Hoover Crip shit

You know, jump out the whip, two-piece to them lips quick

Then finish them off, cuz that's what I do shit

But really, I'm tryin' to ride and coast You know,

link up wmy niggas have us a couple of toasts you know

Sit back, kick the bullshit, cuz I miss my locs

R.I.P. solo, you was missed, sis

So, I'ma stay on my grind, you know

Stay doin' me, deep thoughts on my mind You know

Sit back, reflect on how life passed me by

The B.A. Double

Groovin' solo, high-speed tempo

Keep that paper in my sights

Turned up, no chill, my life so real

Nothin' but money on my mind

Check it, run for the money, I don't run for the bullshit

Always keep it 100, always packin' a full clip

Always on my square, always prepared to set it off

Never outta bounds, never takin' a loss

Always here on my mark, never losin' my pivot

Never lost in the sauce, I's always about the business

One man army, one man gang

I soldier for the fortune, fuck the fame

I'm lyin' I want them both the same

I move 'gainst the grain, I buck all the odds

Place your bets on me, cause I am the surest shot

Officially official mind of a criminal organized

You should be advised, never cross over that line

Cause love can turn to hate in a fraction

And that call to action is instant

Grant your death wish and seal it with that long kiss goodnight

No witnesses to dispose

I do my dirt all by my lonely, then I'm ghost (unh)

Groovin' solo, high speed tempo

Keep that paper in my sights

Turned up, no chill, my life so real

Nothin' but money on my mind