Too Solid
Uhh huh
Swear I'm too solid
Swear I'm too solid
I made this shit by the way
It's Cay nigga, (Uhh huh yeah)
Won't never fold bitch I swear I'm too solid
She giving me brain she got very good knowledge
Ma I'm focused on rap, give a fuck bout no college
Nigga coming through trim and I don't need no stylist
You gone do what to who tell that lil nigga stop it
Been humble too long, now it's time to pop it
Nard I'm with you forever, I got it, you got it
Got a bitch from the tropics, caressing my body she wilding
Watch me run up this shit like a running back
Up at Shorter a nigga was running track (uhh huh)
Fuck a relay and fuck all them running laps (no cap)
Gotta put Nard & Cay on the fuckin map (on god)
Hardest group on the way I'm just speaking facts (uhh huh)
Taking baths with a pot what you know bout that (mmm)
Light a candle for light 'til you get it back
And we never got shoes until mfk'n income tax
Grind to take care of my mama I ain't nun but 19
Monae got you forever, you bleed then I bleed
Got a GThreeC and a Glock 19 (boom bah)
Nigga thinking it's sweet tell that boy to try me (brrrd, boom boom bah)
This hoe wanted a bottle, I bought a Hi-C
I been stepping on niggas since fuckin '0Three
Took that shit to the heart when God took my OG
Grandma watch me forever these boys envy me on God
I need me a deal me and Nard trynna sign today
And my mama a soldier she found a way
I was hungry as fuck had to find a plate
Nigga run up on Cay and he dying today (bop bop bop)
Uhh, that shit there forreal
Told that hoe shut the fuck up, she calling me still
Get the hell out my face if Yeen talking bout no M's
That's just how it is (Uhhh Nard)
No pad no pencil
You can have yo hoe back man I know that you miss her
Nunk and Cho about to blow nigga some like a missile
Nigga know what it is i'm keeping my pistol (Uhhh Huh)
ThreeThree shots if you fuck with my nigga
You ain't take my hoe if anything I sent her
Take all his shit if he reach I'ma peel em
I ain't signing for shit unless a mill is the minimum
I been that nigga since '0Three
Otherwise pussy boy you got to show me (facts)
Got a Glock tucked and I got a GThree
Nigga mad cause his bitch wanna see me
I done ran up that guap got more dollars than followers
Niggas they copy whatever they follow us (Whatever they follow us)
I got some shit in the trunk that can stop a truck
She calling, she miss me lil bitch I don't give a fuck no (nooo)
Getting guap I ain't stun no bitch (On God)
I ain't owing no nigga my name ain't Rick
Steady throwing shots I ain't stun that shit can't find nan nigga put it down like this
MLR on my sleeve run it up we getting rich
Pussy run up on Nick he get lit like a bic
Nard & Cay on the top got these fuck niggas sick
We do what they can't making money like Mitch
He play leave em stank got em smelling like shit
Nigerian shawty she thick as a bitch (Thick as a motherfucker)
I told Cay we gone make it my nigga watch this
I can't move on till I get my lick
Smoking on strong got yo hoe on my dick
Hope you got yo pole I got my blick
Won't sell my soul just to ice my wrist
Talking real bold gone get him hit (Yea Yea)
Won't never fold bitch I swear I'm too solid
She giving me brain she got very good knowledge
Ma I'm focused on rap, give a fuck bout no college (wow)
Nigga coming through trim and I don't need no stylist (yeah)
You gone do what to who tell that lil nigga stop it (pussy)
Been humble too long, now it's time to pop it (mmm)
Nard I'm with you forever, I got it, you got it
Got a bitch from the tropics, caressing my body she wilding
Swear I'm too solid
Swear I'm too solid
I made this shit by the way
It's Cay nigga, (Uhh huh yeah)
Won't never fold bitch I swear I'm too solid
She giving me brain she got very good knowledge
Ma I'm focused on rap, give a fuck bout no college
Nigga coming through trim and I don't need no stylist
You gone do what to who tell that lil nigga stop it
Been humble too long, now it's time to pop it
Nard I'm with you forever, I got it, you got it
Got a bitch from the tropics, caressing my body she wilding
Watch me run up this shit like a running back
Up at Shorter a nigga was running track (uhh huh)
Fuck a relay and fuck all them running laps (no cap)
Gotta put Nard & Cay on the fuckin map (on god)
Hardest group on the way I'm just speaking facts (uhh huh)
Taking baths with a pot what you know bout that (mmm)
Light a candle for light 'til you get it back
And we never got shoes until mfk'n income tax
Grind to take care of my mama I ain't nun but 19
Monae got you forever, you bleed then I bleed
Got a GThreeC and a Glock 19 (boom bah)
Nigga thinking it's sweet tell that boy to try me (brrrd, boom boom bah)
This hoe wanted a bottle, I bought a Hi-C
I been stepping on niggas since fuckin '0Three
Took that shit to the heart when God took my OG
Grandma watch me forever these boys envy me on God
I need me a deal me and Nard trynna sign today
And my mama a soldier she found a way
I was hungry as fuck had to find a plate
Nigga run up on Cay and he dying today (bop bop bop)
Uhh, that shit there forreal
Told that hoe shut the fuck up, she calling me still
Get the hell out my face if Yeen talking bout no M's
That's just how it is (Uhhh Nard)
No pad no pencil
You can have yo hoe back man I know that you miss her
Nunk and Cho about to blow nigga some like a missile
Nigga know what it is i'm keeping my pistol (Uhhh Huh)
ThreeThree shots if you fuck with my nigga
You ain't take my hoe if anything I sent her
Take all his shit if he reach I'ma peel em
I ain't signing for shit unless a mill is the minimum
I been that nigga since '0Three
Otherwise pussy boy you got to show me (facts)
Got a Glock tucked and I got a GThree
Nigga mad cause his bitch wanna see me
I done ran up that guap got more dollars than followers
Niggas they copy whatever they follow us (Whatever they follow us)
I got some shit in the trunk that can stop a truck
She calling, she miss me lil bitch I don't give a fuck no (nooo)
Getting guap I ain't stun no bitch (On God)
I ain't owing no nigga my name ain't Rick
Steady throwing shots I ain't stun that shit can't find nan nigga put it down like this
MLR on my sleeve run it up we getting rich
Pussy run up on Nick he get lit like a bic
Nard & Cay on the top got these fuck niggas sick
We do what they can't making money like Mitch
He play leave em stank got em smelling like shit
Nigerian shawty she thick as a bitch (Thick as a motherfucker)
I told Cay we gone make it my nigga watch this
I can't move on till I get my lick
Smoking on strong got yo hoe on my dick
Hope you got yo pole I got my blick
Won't sell my soul just to ice my wrist
Talking real bold gone get him hit (Yea Yea)
Won't never fold bitch I swear I'm too solid
She giving me brain she got very good knowledge
Ma I'm focused on rap, give a fuck bout no college (wow)
Nigga coming through trim and I don't need no stylist (yeah)
You gone do what to who tell that lil nigga stop it (pussy)
Been humble too long, now it's time to pop it (mmm)
Nard I'm with you forever, I got it, you got it
Got a bitch from the tropics, caressing my body she wilding
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Writer(s): Jzock Clark
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