Solid - Doe Boy

Niggas switching but that’s fine with me

But I’d rather niggas switch, than fake ride with me

Hope you just be my enemy instead of lie to me

Nigga prolly would’ve killed me, would he died for me?

I just want a million dollars that my mom can see

I’ll get you hit for real, don’t know why niggas tryin' me

Certified G, I’m who these niggas tryin’a be

I went from sleeping on a bunk to flying privately

Is she lying to my face when she on top of me

Shit, honestly, yeah probably

Try to play me like a lame as far as I can see

And all that sauce, she saw that drippin', she got for me

with all the gangstas holdin' on your own at the gym

Ask about me they gon' say you better not start shit with him

That boy gon' get you wacked, oh yeah, he’s heartless for real

I was stopin' niggas out and had blood on my Timbs

I was thuggin' for real, but these niggas playin'

All this fakin', they’re just tryin’a stop my concentration

Niggas pray I never make it, niggas speakin' bad on me guaranteed hatin'

‘Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me

Walk on nigga come and try these straps around me

There’s 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me

If you cross me nigga ain’t no coming back around me

I’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me

I’ve got Gucci, I’ve got Fendi, all this money on me

All these bitches playing games, you can’t run it on me

come back solid, ain’t no fuck shit on me

All these dreads make your bitch look

Your favorite shooter down the road, gettin' his shit took

I ain’t fakin', ask my partner that

Thought he was gangsta, prison knocked that tough shit out of him

Thought that was my, but them niggas weren’t lookin' out

They be lookin' up to me and I’m smiling while lookin' down

When I was fresh out, yeah, I said I ain’t working out

Fuck doing them pull ups, if he play then I’m pulling out

My own niggas went against me

That’s why I’m flexin', I’ll make it so that they miss me

All this power come with shooters nigga

I’m FreeBand gang you know what I can do to nigga

‘Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me

Walk on nigga come and try these straps around me

There’s 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me

If you cross me nigga ain’t no coming back around me

I’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me

I’ve got Gucci, I’ve got Fendi, all this money on me

All these bitches playing games, you can’t run it on me

come back solid, ain’t no fuck shit on me