JayDaYoungan — Solo

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Nigga, what the fuck we on
(DJ, you the plug)
Hmm-mm

Mad as a bitch, fuck that shit, I’m slidin’ in the [?]
It’s just me and the stick, bitch, I’ma slide solo
Tryna crack you in your shit, I bet you won’t speak normal
Tryna play me like a bitch but you know that’s a no-no
[?] on your street, late night, lookin’ like a hobo
Six shots all I need, I’m steppin’ wit’ the .44
If I go broke, bitch, I’ma scope, come get it for the low low
And they flew off up in the [?] for trippin’ on that mojo
Posted in the cut, no bandana, if I tell him, he gon’ spray
I tell him, he gon’ spray (I tell him, he gon’ spray)
And don’t come around my way, they don’t play
No, that shit just ain’t safe, that shit just ain’t safe

And I just left the gun store
Bitch, I’m like, «Who wants more?»
[?]
I tell ’em, «Pull up now» and they gon’ do that shit pronto
That’s the reason that I love ’em, how the fuck could I want more?
Ain’t no [?] in that field but we [?]
Back then they used to treat me just like shit when my funds low
But now I’m rich, bitch, I can buy my mama a condo
Just lookin’ for some better days, I pray as the months go
Why the fuck you feel like you can come and play wit’ me?
Ain’t tryna hear that shit you said, I know it’s makebelieve
Don’t know what it is yet but they on the interstate wit’ keys
Police had got behind my ass, I had to ate the weed
I’m drivin’ fast, I do the dance, I got ’em cagin’ me
Might fuck around and pull a race, ain’t got TayK wit’ me
Right on the scene, that’s where he lay, bitch, we gon’ make ’em bleed
Bitch, you gon’ scream since your bitch ass been tryna make a scene
Said I was gon’ stop takin’ Percs but now I’m takin’ three
Said I was gon’ stop sippin’ Act but I still taste the lean
With crazy cat, he’s tryna show you what the crazy mean
They want me dead, [?] why the fuck you savin’ me

Mad as a bitch, fuck that shit, I’m slidin’ in the [?]
It’s just me and the stick, bitch, I’ma slide solo
Tryna crack you in your shit, I bet you won’t speak normal
Tryna play me like a bitch but you know that’s a no-no
[?] on your street, late night, lookin’ like a hobo
Six shots all I need, I’m steppin’ wit’ the .44
If I go broke, bitch, I’ma scope, come get it for the low low
And they flew off up in the [?] for trippin’ on that mojo
Posted in the cut, no bandana, if I tell him, he gon’ spray
I tell him, he gon’ spray (Ayy, ayy)
And don’t come around my way, they don’t play
No, that shit just ain’t safe, that shit just ain’t safe