No Holster (Strike)
Yeah So-Fly (Akkyyy)
Strike, strike, strike
Uh, I could have a lot more money, but I'm just way too lazy
I'm a wavy little soulja, I should've just went to the Navy
But I've been geekin, been geekin' out daily
Been feeling like, fuck you, pay me
It's hard to get out of this hope that I don't have a baby
The gas hit harder than a headbutt
It's fuckin' my stomach up, but I just can't stop blazin'
Copped good gas from a bad-ass Asian
The combination that I'm mixin' amazin
Movin' too militant, dressed in all black, me and my brother start lookin' like agents
Trappin' so hard, might cop me a pager
Got this pack, came straight from Jamaica
I told her she look better with no makeup
Bro drink a 40 and start gettin' hiccups
He ain't no barber, but bro get you clipped up
I get Gelato and Runtz all mixed up
Like it is a must
I told them to put on the dollar bill, "In Solar We Trust"
Movin' too fast, told 'em eat my dust
My ears on freeze and they always busted
I closed my trap, the junkies fussin
I don't wanna talk, but my phone keep buzzin'
My cousin a blood, so he won't call me cousin
Can't drink after bro, cause the drink all muddy
If you play with me, them boys get cruddy
Can't say too much, just know it get ugly
Just blocked a fein, cause he wouldn't stop buggin' me
I've been cuttin' up like I went through surgery
Had some dark times, had to pray to Allah
I feel like the greatest, I'm Solar Akbar
I got me a broad and she look like she know how to salsa
Put your hands up like you goin' down a coaster
My goodman got a Drac, so it's no gun inside his holster
Ballin' so hard, bro got him a poster
Got me a white girl, she look like Yayo
My mind on the bread like some muhfuckin' mayo
Bro got a dick on the blick, pause nigga, ayo
Walk in the building, I'm throwin' my elbows
I don't wanna sex, what is you naked for?
I just want some brain, I feel like that scarecrow
I stop poppin' out, cause I'm focused on bankrolls
Roll so much purple, I'm smokin' on Saint's Row
My white homie lookin' around for the best blow
Cop it loads, like we shoppin' at Costco
Ballin' so hard, man, we shoulda went pro
Got me a broad and she look like she know how to salsa
Put your hands up like you goin' down a coaster
My goodman got a Drac, so it's no gun inside his holster
Got me a broad and she look like she know how to salsa
Put your hands up like you goin' down a coaster
Bro got a Drac, so it ain't no holster
It's Solar
Strike, strike, strike
Uh, I could have a lot more money, but I'm just way too lazy
I'm a wavy little soulja, I should've just went to the Navy
But I've been geekin, been geekin' out daily
Been feeling like, fuck you, pay me
It's hard to get out of this hope that I don't have a baby
The gas hit harder than a headbutt
It's fuckin' my stomach up, but I just can't stop blazin'
Copped good gas from a bad-ass Asian
The combination that I'm mixin' amazin
Movin' too militant, dressed in all black, me and my brother start lookin' like agents
Trappin' so hard, might cop me a pager
Got this pack, came straight from Jamaica
I told her she look better with no makeup
Bro drink a 40 and start gettin' hiccups
He ain't no barber, but bro get you clipped up
I get Gelato and Runtz all mixed up
Like it is a must
I told them to put on the dollar bill, "In Solar We Trust"
Movin' too fast, told 'em eat my dust
My ears on freeze and they always busted
I closed my trap, the junkies fussin
I don't wanna talk, but my phone keep buzzin'
My cousin a blood, so he won't call me cousin
Can't drink after bro, cause the drink all muddy
If you play with me, them boys get cruddy
Can't say too much, just know it get ugly
Just blocked a fein, cause he wouldn't stop buggin' me
I've been cuttin' up like I went through surgery
Had some dark times, had to pray to Allah
I feel like the greatest, I'm Solar Akbar
I got me a broad and she look like she know how to salsa
Put your hands up like you goin' down a coaster
My goodman got a Drac, so it's no gun inside his holster
Ballin' so hard, bro got him a poster
Got me a white girl, she look like Yayo
My mind on the bread like some muhfuckin' mayo
Bro got a dick on the blick, pause nigga, ayo
Walk in the building, I'm throwin' my elbows
I don't wanna sex, what is you naked for?
I just want some brain, I feel like that scarecrow
I stop poppin' out, cause I'm focused on bankrolls
Roll so much purple, I'm smokin' on Saint's Row
My white homie lookin' around for the best blow
Cop it loads, like we shoppin' at Costco
Ballin' so hard, man, we shoulda went pro
Got me a broad and she look like she know how to salsa
Put your hands up like you goin' down a coaster
My goodman got a Drac, so it's no gun inside his holster
Got me a broad and she look like she know how to salsa
Put your hands up like you goin' down a coaster
Bro got a Drac, so it ain't no holster
It's Solar
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Writer(s): Demi Wilkerson
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