Real Solid Lyrics – Jdot Breezy & Gucci Mane
Singer: Jdot Breezy & Gucci Mane
Title: Real Solid
(JustDoItBrisk)
Damn, all I know is get dough
Ballin’ hard, finna piss my wrist off
Do a drill mask on, then we get lost
Pump in the trunk make it jump, like Kriss Kross
I be poppin’ off tags and spendin’ (Spendin’)
You ain’t even bad, you the last of women (Women)
SuperSoak gun might last a minute (Last a minute)
We don’t smoke that, gotta crash the Henny (Crash the Henny)
Baby real bad, but I just don’t wanna (Just don’t wanna)
Headed to the floor, I ain’t stoppin’ no knees (No knees)
People two-faced, so I’m antisocial
Blue stripes, every dollar I need (I need)
Vroom, vroom, baby, watch me swerve (Swerve)
Playin’ with me, boy, you got some never (Got some nerve)
For that bag, I’ma take me a risk (Take me a risk)
Bag back ‘fore I start me a purr (Purr)
I’m excited when the bag on the phone
Roadrunnin’, I’ll never be home
Old school .45, bro, got it off chrome
Money stackin’ ’til the sky, ’til I can’t no more (Can’t no more)
Chasin’ this money, you ain’t help, then leave
Get the boot, you a leech, and you owe your soul (Owe your soul)
Life ain’t fair and it’s short like three
I advise you pay every dollar you owe (You owe)
My new crib ’bout a hundred, still old (Still old)
Baby washed up, they be lookin’ like mold (Lookin’ like mold)
I don’t even care how rich I get
I’ma give ’em more reason for the hate some more (To hate some more)
I don’t even know what time it is
But gettin’ that check is the time I’m on (Time I’m on)
Got good brain, she a college kid
Roll up, Cloud Nine, four times, she gone (She gone)
In the field, better tie your shoestrings
I be runnin’ to the money with the Velcro’s on
So I won’t ever trip on lil’ things (Lil’ things)
Raked up in the city with my fear god on
Baby got it, don’t tell her “Bounce with it”
I ain’t stingy with the money, new account with me
Real trends, tell me why you in the house with it
Real solid, I could stand, no voucher with me
I done built this sh#t up from the ground
Second ounces out a pound when a lot of you n#gg#s weren’t around
You was hittin’ pictures off the mall
I was gamblin’ with my life on the road, takin’ work out of time (Go)
I don’t need a n#gg# for nothin’ (Nah)
Glock with a switch, sh#t switch with the touch of a button (Grrah)
sh#t go down, we gunnin’
Y’all boys runnin’, y’all ain’t really on nothin’ (No)
Jdot Breezy, ‘Wop too freezy
Laser tied up, ’cause the streets get greasy (Yeah)
In the hood, n#gg#s get shot, no reason
Mind my business, he sh#t don’t see it
n#gg#s turn to hoes and ‘Wop can’t be it (Nah)
Burn another bridge, that’s how I leave it (Ah)
All this money, hope the feds don’t cease it
Chopstick left a man paraplegic (Well, damn)
I don’t think about, mmm, nobody be (No)
Get a n#gg# wet while I’m brushin’ my teeth (Brushin’ my teeth)
Blow up the car while you crank up the Jeep
Thought it was an artist, now chock on the street
I’m from the hood, but my game is elite
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout no Patek Fillipe (No Patek Fillipe)
I’m from the cribs, where you kill where you eat
It’s murder he wrote, because ‘Wop on the beat (It’s Gucci)
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