Solitude
Ohh Cartier killem
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep that cash flow
Shut your broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep the cash flow
Shut your broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Don't check me nigga go ahead
Why don't You check your bitch
Sad news, she rode this stick
Changed up quick
Fighting cause she won't let you Hit Let me guess y'all bout six Months into this
New to game, can see it on your Face you a bitch you a snitch you
A ughh dont ever try and check me Nigga that's my Muthafuckin" pet Peeve, nigga
Can't hit what you see, put in the Work nonstop blood sweat Fuckin shed so many tears
On my way to the top, ain't no
Way I could flop just hit a flock My nigga I'm up, look
He coming better duck, it's not Bout where you from my nigga
It's bout how you was raised Them bitch nigga traits don't Flow through my veins
Game Mac tight real straight like my
Waves shit showered and shaved And then I hit the mall bitches
Finally recognize a nigga y'all Before they didn't call okay so
You know that's a lie I'm way to Fly and you so fine don't worry
He ain't coming till nine story of
My Life, lie and cheat to much to Ever Find a wife but bitch better
Have my money check me my Nigga you wrong
Your girl riding dick right now While you Listened to my song
Money long
Can't believe we finally on
Been down
First chance, I get my nigga I'm Gone
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep the cash flow
Shut your broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep the cash flow
Shut your broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Sit your broke ass back
You a trash hoe. you ain't Even ask about a Rubber, when You cryin' swearing up and Down you drank too much and You really do Love your mans Though
Boutta put you on blast hoe
Dewy Cox walk hard, boutta Chop this Bieber in half, wrong Bitch died
Stop making me laugh, smoke got Popped Turned the Glock cause The glass, popping The seal for all
My niggas who passed, red Dead Redemtion at last, gonna have to Just face it
And just live in my Past woke and hit again cause she Was Sleeping with Her ass out Took 20 up out her purse then Smashed out, her bitch nigga Boutta be Low on gas sorry That Aint my problem
Thick thots, dank weed good Drink yeah I Got em
Better keep Walk-inRumor has it That I'm Flossin
Clippa got the whole Town Talking, rap game I got it Locked in
Popped A bean, now I'm flex in on these rachets For My brother in the coffin
My Nigga Brick hit stick Marshall Faulked him, Mind State Aston Martiin
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep the cash flow
Shut you you're broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep the cash flow
Shut you you're broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep that cash flow
Shut your broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep the cash flow
Shut your broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Don't check me nigga go ahead
Why don't You check your bitch
Sad news, she rode this stick
Changed up quick
Fighting cause she won't let you Hit Let me guess y'all bout six Months into this
New to game, can see it on your Face you a bitch you a snitch you
A ughh dont ever try and check me Nigga that's my Muthafuckin" pet Peeve, nigga
Can't hit what you see, put in the Work nonstop blood sweat Fuckin shed so many tears
On my way to the top, ain't no
Way I could flop just hit a flock My nigga I'm up, look
He coming better duck, it's not Bout where you from my nigga
It's bout how you was raised Them bitch nigga traits don't Flow through my veins
Game Mac tight real straight like my
Waves shit showered and shaved And then I hit the mall bitches
Finally recognize a nigga y'all Before they didn't call okay so
You know that's a lie I'm way to Fly and you so fine don't worry
He ain't coming till nine story of
My Life, lie and cheat to much to Ever Find a wife but bitch better
Have my money check me my Nigga you wrong
Your girl riding dick right now While you Listened to my song
Money long
Can't believe we finally on
Been down
First chance, I get my nigga I'm Gone
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep the cash flow
Shut your broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep the cash flow
Shut your broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Sit your broke ass back
You a trash hoe. you ain't Even ask about a Rubber, when You cryin' swearing up and Down you drank too much and You really do Love your mans Though
Boutta put you on blast hoe
Dewy Cox walk hard, boutta Chop this Bieber in half, wrong Bitch died
Stop making me laugh, smoke got Popped Turned the Glock cause The glass, popping The seal for all
My niggas who passed, red Dead Redemtion at last, gonna have to Just face it
And just live in my Past woke and hit again cause she Was Sleeping with Her ass out Took 20 up out her purse then Smashed out, her bitch nigga Boutta be Low on gas sorry That Aint my problem
Thick thots, dank weed good Drink yeah I Got em
Better keep Walk-inRumor has it That I'm Flossin
Clippa got the whole Town Talking, rap game I got it Locked in
Popped A bean, now I'm flex in on these rachets For My brother in the coffin
My Nigga Brick hit stick Marshall Faulked him, Mind State Aston Martiin
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep the cash flow
Shut you you're broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
Don't check me nigga
How bout you check your bitch
The Benz the whip
Yeah you bad yo
No fucks no time of day
Unless you keep the cash flow
Shut you you're broke ass up
And Patiently wait
While I count these bands tho
Trash hoe
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Writer(s): James Danford
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