Solid

Ahh, ahh, ahh
Mob, mob
Whaa
Yeah

Damn, I thought you was real nigga
How the fuck you switched up on me?
Can't believe that I was ever calling you my homie
I had run out of luck, I was down on my knees
I had 10 on the ground but you wasn't down for me
Yeaa, yeaa, yeaa
So
Please don't hit me later when you see me on the road
When I get this paper, baby, please don't hit my phone
If you wasn't solid, nigga, leave my ass alone

Mmm
Nigga I can do this on my own
Yeaa
You tryna get me out my zone
Fuck up my mentality and shit I got going on
But I know you gon' fold, nigga you gon' do me wrong

I know you ain't solid and I know you ain't my bro
If I break down with my brother then he shouldn't want no more
Keep it steady, I'm not tryna get a milli, I want four
I ain't worried bout these haters, I'm just getting to the dough

Tell me what you want, baby, please don't waste my time
Uh
Ion think about it, I just do what should be done
Uh
Ima move in silence 'till I know I really won
I could take you to the island's bae, as long as you stay down

I can take you to the islands, show you love
I just wanna tell you, you my number 1, no one above
I might slide it in the kitty, do it raw, don't need no glove
No I didn't wanna do it, but your love gave me a shove
It was worth it
Baby, I know we be having problems, we ain't perfect
You be looking good, you make me wanna make you shirtless
Got them butterflies, I swear to God you make me nervous
You give my life a purpose
I'm tryna rub the surface

Yeah, that's why I keep the sticky on me everywhere I go
That's why I keep the sticky bitch that's all I've ever known (Uh)
Yeah, how you got that extended clip but you won't put it on?
Yeah I been on my own, so ima' stay on my own, goddamn

I gotta stay on my own, cause I don't fuck wit nobody
You got a stick, I got a stick, but you ain't scaring nobody

I dick her down, then I go on my own again
Uh
She say "Do you trust me?"
I'm like, "No, I can't"

Yeah, and you know that he can't
You switching up, you tryna fold, I can't even call you a man
When shit get deep slide in that whip, slide back the doors on the van
But he a track star, got the fuck yeah, you know that nigga ran, mob

And this ain't sugar or spice, naw
This ain't anything nice, I swear
I just want my money right, I want the cake, not the icing
If it's up, it's on sight
Please don't get killed over likes
And if a nigga want beef, he better know we not fighting

And if a nigga wanna fight, then I push up
But you know I'm never lacking, so that choppa' in the trunk
You be rapping on the gram, but in real life you just a punk
Yeah, I be up in da stu, i'll make a hit den buss a jug

Damn, I thought you was real nigga
How the fuck you switched up on me?
Can't believe that I was ever calling you my homie
I had run out of luck, I was down on my knees
I had 10 on the ground but you wasn't down for me
Yeaa, yeaa, yeaa
So
Please don't hit me later when you see me on the road
When I get this paper, baby, please don't hit my phone
If you wasn't solid, nigga, leave my ass alone

I know you ain't solid and I know you ain't my bro
If I break down with my brother then he shouldn't want no more
Keep it steady, I'm not tryna get a milli, I want four
I ain't worried bout these haters, I'm just getting to the dough