Solo Lyrics

(Yeah, okay Daniel)

(I stay to my solo, I stay to my solo)

Yeah, yeah (I stay to my solo, I stay to my-)

Uh-huh

(I stay to my solo)

Uh-huh (I stay to my solo)

(I stay to my solo, storin' the cash in the cut by the boatload)

(Man, fuck Loko)

I-I stay to my solo

Storin' the cash in the cut by the boatload

I can't fuck with broke niggas, can't hang with bozos (Hell no)

They hear my voice, got the game in a chokehold

I'm cold-hearted, bitch, I be icy like fro-yo (Ice)

Skrt in the Demon, see death in my photos

I aim for the top, I don't care about a promo (Skrt)

I-I-I'm makin' money, I'm litty, you broke as a bitch and I don't feel no pity (I don't feel it)

Chop make him dance, do the Griddy

My gun like my bitch, I upgrade, give her titties (Upgrade)

I got the keys to the city

I'm holdin' shit down by myself, do you feel me? (Do you feel me)

Turn on yo' mans, that ain't pretty and mentally, I know you niggas some kiddies (Uh)

I'm the shit like the potty

Turn up the temperature, life of the party

Know couple niggas that'll aim for your body

Pop me a Perc' then I'll turn to a zombie

ARP big as hell, send you to lobbies

Me and my niggas be sendin' out volleys

I make the bread, flip it up like tamales

Light up a tree in my lungs like safari (Uh)

Young nigga fly like a pelican

Infinite stash in my house from the Mexicans (Young nigga fly)

I fell in love with the Benjamins

I'ma keep countin' the money 'til skeletons (I fell in love)

You niggas bitches like estrogen

Alias shit, makin' moves with the gentlemen (You niggas bitches)

Talk about money, I feel the adrenaline (Talk, talk)

Best in this bitch, ain't no regular specimen (I'm the best)

I ain't sendin' no diss (No)

Get the cheese like it's Swiss (Get the cheese)

They hate me like Chris

But, fuck it, I'm good, I don't need no assist (Fuck no)

Lui Kang with your bitch, she gon' kick it (Bah)

She gon' empty the clip, won't miss it (Grrah)

Like a child on the beat, I'ma spit it (Like a child)

I'ma keep runnin' up all these digits (Uh-huh)

I-I stay to my solo

Storin' the cash in the cut by the boatload

I can't fuck with broke niggas, can't hang with bozos (Hell no)

They hear my voice, got the game in a chokehold

I'm cold-hearted, bitch, I be icy like fro-yo (Ice)

Skrt in the Demon, see death in my photos

I aim for the top, I don't care about a promo (Skrt)

I-I-I'm makin' money, I'm litty, you broke as a bitch and I don't feel no pity (I don't feel it)

Chop make him dance, do the Griddy

My gun like my bitch, I upgrade, give her titties (Upgrade)

I got the keys to the city

I'm holdin' shit down by myself, do you feel me? (Do you feel me)

Turn on yo' mans, that ain't pretty and mentally, I know you niggas some kiddies (Uh)

Might pull up and pop a bitch

Young nigga stay with his shooters like Popovich (Rrr, rrr)

Hope these niggas ain't talkin' shit

I got a 100 round drum, shoot a lot of it (Grah)

I'ma talk all my shit, keep on poppin' it (Yeah)

I'ma control the money like dominance (Yeah)

Step back from you niggas like Dončić (Uh-huh)

I'ma keep thankin' the Lord for his providence

Niggas could see all the style when they meet me

I splurge all my money, she let me

You niggas steady be reachin' like Wemby (Reach)

Don't give a fuck, I might take her to Wendy's (Uh-huh)

Count up the bills, what the fuck is a penny? (Goddamn)

Work 'round the block, sellin' eggs like it's Denny's (Work)

How many blues in my hand? I got many (Uh-huh)

The Wock got me constantly loadin'

But, I be fallin' in love with that potion

My hands turnin' green from the motion

Benjamin really be my one devotion

The Louis V, same color lotion

Walk in the spot, I be causin' commotion

The Hellcat I'm drivin' is stolen

200 miles on the dash 'til it's broken

I-I stay to my solo

Storin' the cash in the cut by the boatload

I can't fuck with broke niggas, can't hang with bozos (Hell no)

They hear my voice, got the game in a chokehold

I'm cold-hearted, bitch, I be icy like fro-yo (Ice)

Skrt in the Demon, see death in my photos

I aim for the top, I don't care about a promo (Skrt)

I-I-I'm makin' money, I'm litty, you broke as a bitch and I don't feel no pity (I don't feel it)

Chop make him dance, do the Griddy

My gun like my bitch, I upgrade, give her titties (Upgrade)

I got the keys to the city

I'm holdin' shit down by myself, do you feel me? (Do you feel me)

Turn on yo' mans, that ain't pretty and mentally, I know you niggas some kiddies (Uh)

I stay to my solo

I stay to my solo

I stay to my solo

I stay to my solo

I stay to my solo

I stay to my solo