Solar System

Yeah, these drugs, they kill me slowly but I'm still gone pour a six
And that bitch told me she horny, so I told her, "Suck some dick"
All these people, they some phonies, so I'm screaming for my clique
And we strapped up, they told me if you want smoke, a cigarette
Yeah, you pussies, baloney, yeah, you be sipping on fake tec
You swearing you know me but when you see me, different threat
You said you been for me, but bitch, I never got attached
I got this choppa, let the K hit
I'm in a C class with a big trump and Trey Kidd
My lil homie hit a lick in the day like a day shift
Too gone off the drugs, I'm hallucinating in a spaceship
I'm done with all these frauds, all these snakes, all these masons
JM my dawg, I don't think you can save him
Remember I was in the hood making plays in my basement
I'm too missed in the steel, I cannot find my place man

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Uh-uh-uh-uh (yeah)

And I can't be the one that you depend on
And if he ever try to run up on me, he get hit on
And JMon is my bro, he that one guy that I can't switch on
Yeah, yeah, we pull up on your block, go ghost (yeah)
Like yeah, we finna get put on
And I'm coming on the 843, I gotta put my hood on
Lil homie just went MIA, so know we gotta look for him
And shawty told me she came from Brazil, she kinda look foreign
She just popped a bean, and she went to Mexico (okay)
Been really stressing, yeah, but I need to let it go
Been getting chips, yeah, gotta do it with the bros
Use the Glock, I shoot 'em up like eenie meenie miney mo
Yeah, we got the weapons and we finna pop out, my guy
Y'all getting scared every time we come around, my guy
Y'all talk too much, huh, we gone blow him down, my guy
I hope that they don't put me six feet in the ground, my guy

Woah, uh-uh
Oouu-woah, woah-woah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Woah, yeah-yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Treyvis Evans
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