sol

And just smoke on Doja
S-s-sol'-sol', ride 'round with my soldier (soldier, soldier, soldier)
Big-ass pockets like boulders (yeah)
New Moncler bipolar, Alyx bag hang on my shoulder (yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell her come over
Yo' sick-ass sippin' on Yoda
I hope CC gon' blow up (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't lookin for closure
Nigga talk down, we dispose him (boop)
I'm tryna shoot out the whole gym (yeah)

Bitch niggas don't get they roses, break a leg like D' Rose then
Semi-auto kill a whole jit, yeah, we smokin yo' top five
Young nigga don't got mob ties, plenty bitches in my hot ride
CC finna cop a high rise, so many unwanted souls
AR-15 buss shit though (yeah)
Bitch, I'm up out in Dutch wit' a ho
Think I'm finna up a cup on this ho
Nigga so sus', think it's something we don't know
Yeah, got a switch on the blade, 'cause we cut throat

No, no, never cuffin' no cuck ho
I just be smokin on Enzo's (Enzo's)
I'm tryna fuck on yo' friend though
Plenty bullets in FN though
Niggas, I'll never defend them
And the room filled with some tension
4 A.M. in this session, yeah
Set, set, set, what you reppin'?
Yeah, feel like I'm ahead of them

Oxy' keep my head up, niggas aimin' at ya head top
Tell these niggas get they mans up, I just smoke so many dead opps'
Niggas dyin' by FN though, fifteen trappin' out the bando
These niggas had they shot, but it jammed though

And just smoke on Doja
S-s-sol'-sol', ride 'round with my soldier (smoke on Doja, soldier)
Big-ass pockets like boulders (boulder)
New Moncler bipolar, Alyx bag hang on my shoulder
I'ma tell her come over
Yo' sick-ass sippin' on Yoda (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hope CC gon' blow up
Yeah, I ain't lookin for closure
Nigga talk down, we dispose him
I'm tryna shoot out the whole gym

Desert eagle at his heart (at his heart)
This Chicago, nigga
Soldier, soldier

Good music, good music, good—



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Writer(s): Nathaniel Campos, Deandre Booker, Chase Mitchell
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