Solo! Lyrics

There

There he go right there

That boy wanted smoke told him pull up to the field

That boy wanted smoke tell him we do not play fair

Yeah my pockets ghosts Benjamins I'm counting dead's

Uhm yeah there

There she go right there

Shawty been around guess that pussy still on sale

Uh psst

Fell

That lil boy don fell

I've been moving solo lone star shit can you not tell

Uh yeah fell

She fell out with me oh well

She switching sides on me I tell her baby I'm wishing you well yeah

You finna slide on me

Give a fuck what you got homie yeah this doja cause red in my eyes homie

Counting guala with all my fingers homie man this shit is addictive yeah

He say he really got racks but the shit that he counting it really got limits yeah

He say he come from the mud but he ain't seen a blick so he really is privileged yeah

Turned to a villain yeah

Off of the doja young nigga I ain't saving no bitches yeah

But fuck it I'm repping my city yeah

Came so far in the game to get cut from the check yall niggas are kidding yeah

Came so far in the game still got niggas sleeping on me they tripping yeah

I ain't finna fall for the gimmicks yeah

I ain't finna fall for these lil bitty hoes cause these lil bitty hoes be tricking yeah

I ain't finna fall for this lil bitch games cause a lil bitch ain't really with it yeah

Been to tied with the business

Been collecting all the cheddar my niggas I'm making flip like a gymnast

Fuck it up and I really be

Cutting up in the ends and they really don't get it yeah

Y'all better vanish cause when I pull up on you man I'm bringing the damage yeah

There

There he go right there

That boy wanted smoke told him pull up to the field

That boy wanted smoke tell him we do not play fair

Yeah my pockets ghosts Benjamins I'm counting dead's

Uhm yeah there

There she go right there

Shawty been around guess that pussy still on sale

Uh psst

Fell

That lil boy don fell

I've been moving solo lone star shit can you not tell