Solo/Know The Half
Oh, I just went solo
I ain't even know
You would do me wrong
Niggas stealing my sauce
Niggas shadow clones
Quit calling my phone
Quit asking what's wrong
All these dead notes
When he see the light he know
I put up breesh and he done
We put some breesh on your dome
Lay 'em down memory foam
I come from a scary home
I'm chasing all these funds
We gon' be very good, oh
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
Half the day, smoked a half
Cast away and told the half
You don't even know the math
You don't even know the cash
You don't even know the bag
Cocky bitch, know she bad
Heard your shit, we know it's wack
Heard your shit, we know it's trash
New money, smoke to that
New money, smoke to that
They be talking, know it's cap
Know we ain't gon' go for that
(Oh) I just went solo
I ain't even know
You would do me wrong
Niggas stealing my sauce
Niggas shadow clones
Quit calling my phone
Quit asking what's wrong
All these dead notes
When he see the light he know
I put up breesh and he done
We put some breesh on your dome
Lay 'em down memory foam
I come from a scary home
I'm chasing all these funds
We gon' be very good, oh
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
I ain't even know
You would do me wrong
Niggas stealing my sauce
Niggas shadow clones
Quit calling my phone
Quit asking what's wrong
All these dead notes
When he see the light he know
I put up breesh and he done
We put some breesh on your dome
Lay 'em down memory foam
I come from a scary home
I'm chasing all these funds
We gon' be very good, oh
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
Half the day, smoked a half
Cast away and told the half
You don't even know the math
You don't even know the cash
You don't even know the bag
Cocky bitch, know she bad
Heard your shit, we know it's wack
Heard your shit, we know it's trash
New money, smoke to that
New money, smoke to that
They be talking, know it's cap
Know we ain't gon' go for that
(Oh) I just went solo
I ain't even know
You would do me wrong
Niggas stealing my sauce
Niggas shadow clones
Quit calling my phone
Quit asking what's wrong
All these dead notes
When he see the light he know
I put up breesh and he done
We put some breesh on your dome
Lay 'em down memory foam
I come from a scary home
I'm chasing all these funds
We gon' be very good, oh
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
Credits
Writer(s): Coby Rhodes, Abdul Moiz, Amir Najibi, Jai'el Blackmon
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