Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Solid, artist - Gunna. Album song Drip Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Young Stoner Life
Song language: English
Solid |
Dee Money nigga |
Real shit |
Know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
Just bought a pint so the whole team can sip |
(Just bought a pint so the whole team can sip) |
Nigga talk crazy get hit in the lip |
(Nigga talk crazy get hit in his shit) |
I am so low key but I’m in the VIP |
(I am so low key but I’m in the VIP) |
I didn’t get sent I got it on my hip |
Kickin' that bitch and you know she’s a rip (Woah) |
I’m not the player, I’m the coach |
If you want then just order the boat |
I just want piece of the bread (Bread) |
'Cause bitch I came for the loaf (Loaf) |
Put on some shit so I can dance on the low (Huh) |
Pussy get tortured and hung on a rope (Pussy get) |
Cut off his finger and leave him a note (Cut of his) |
When you play dirty that’s how this shit go |
I had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope |
I had to break it down and get it sold |
I got some money, went and fed the Po |
I kept it silent, I would never fold |
I know you remember 'cause I can see the floor |
I used to broke, now I became a boss |
My niggas hard, the opposite of soft |
I got me a Glock, I might just shoot the law |
Paid for that shit and don’t look at the cost |
I used to be broke and now I’ma young boss |
Toppin' shit on me and I might like some floss |
Got a bad bit' just like Diana Ross |
My niggas ain’t soft and I’m high as a loft |
ain’t no high but I’m talkin' |
Christian, my Louboutin wallet be walkin' |
Put your head up for an auction |
Whippin' up, baby’s a doctor |
All the bad bitches be flockin' |
Sellin' out shows and we walkin' |
Pussy ass nigga just blockin' |
We out in public, soon as we spot 'em we poppin' |
Bro you might need you a doctor |
No limimt soldiers, all my niggas bad |
We do not focus, all my niggas silent |
I’m not the player, I’m the coach |
If you want then just order the boat |
I just want piece of the bread (Bread) |
'Cause bitch I came for the loaf (Loaf) |
Put on some shit so I can dance on the low (Huh) |
Pussy get tortured and hung on a rope (Pussy get) |
Cut off his finger and leave him a note (Cut of his) |
When you play dirty that’s how this shit go |
I had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope |
I had to break it down and get it sold |
I got some money, went and fed the Po |
I kept it silent, I would never fold |
I know you remember 'cause I can see the floor |
I used to broke, now I became a boss |
My niggas hard, the opposite of soft |
I got me a Glock, I might just shoot the law |
All of my niggas rock solid |
Niggas ain’t hard, they hard body (Hard body) |
My a borin' Gotti |
Run outside wit' a stick and I caught a body (Caught a body) |
Caught that AP, apologize, we sorry (Sorry) |
I remember I used to rock |
Bitch I came from the bottom, bottom, bottom |
I got niggas that never seen a 'Rari |
I was broke, went from a little to a lotta (Little to a lotta) |
Went to Neiman’s, yeah, caught my bitch some Prada |
I went straight to Balmain, I skipped the Robin’s |
Gunna-Gunna can’t bitch, I cannot pop it |
That lil' baby boy soft, boy he need to stop it |
Got your bitch in my room, give her sloppy-toppy |
Yeah that left clip the drip that tryna copy |
Don’t let me slip out wit' my pocket rocket |
I’m not the player, I’m the coach |
If you want then just order the boat |
I just want piece of the bread (Bread) |
'Cause bitch I came for the loaf (Loaf) |
Put on some shit so I can dance on the low (Huh) |
Pussy get tortured and hung on a rope (Pussy get) |
Cut off his finger and leave him a note (Cut of his) |
When you play dirty that’s how this shit go |
I had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope |
I had to break it down and get it sold |
I got some money, went and fed the Po |
I kept it silent, I would never fold |
I know you remember 'cause I can see the floor |
I used to broke, now I became a boss |
My niggas hard, the opposite of soft |
I got me a Glock, I might just shoot the law |