Solo Ridin

I remember nights Riding solo, can't deal with fake, that's why I'm dolo Rather wear Gucci, but still rocking polo, mess with these hoes That is a no-no, I'ma make a top that's on the bros Can't f*ck with them cheating ass hoes Niggas be gangsta, be one that told All this hating shit, getting too old All these internet trolls, getting too bold Seeing these niggas, selling they soul For some change and a little bit of gold One day I'll make it, I'm patiently waiting Making a statement, nigga, hop off my dick And stop hating I'm favorited in your bitch's playlist Like, now I'm solo, riding, your hoe come sliding down Money coming, what's that sound Being that hoe up round for round Call me a fighter, pound for pound Now I see the fake, now I see the hate These hoes ain't wanna date, way back when Before I was pushing the tens, go hop in the Benz They Ain't wanna f*ck with me, way back then But now they do, between the real and fake, you gotta choose Team full of winners, we not gon' lose We not gon' lose, we gon' win Till the end, bad bitch, she want me to bend I still might f*ck her friend Yeah, but I can never go back to my past Yeah, but I can't go back to my past Maybe I'm living life too fast Man, I just want that fucking cash Yeah, 210 on the dash, I'm swerving too fast I just might crash, every day I'm chasing that fucking bag She calling me papi, she calling me dad That bitch really bad, y'all niggas is sad Bitch, I'm in my bag Solo, solo, solo, riding Your Hoe come sliding down Money coming, what's that sound Being that ho up round for round Call me a fighter, pound for pound Yeah, oh Solo, solo, solo, riding Y'all all come sliding down Money coming, what's that sound Being that ho up round for round Call me a fighter, pound for pound Yeah, oh