Solo lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga, what the f*ck we on? (DJ, you the plug)
Hm-mm

[Chorus]
Mad as a b*tch, f*ck that sh*t, I'm slidin' in the stolo
It's just me and the stick, b*tch, I'ma slide solo
Tryna crack you in your sh*t, I bet you won't speak no more
Tryna play me like a b*tch, but you know that's a no-no
Dressed in all black, I'm on your street late night, lookin' like a hobo
Six shots all I need, I'm steppin' wit' the .44
If I go broke, b*tch, I'ma score, come get it for the low-low
And they threw Ruff up in the hole for trippin' on that mojo
Posted in the cut, no Band-Aid, 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 sh*t just ain't safe, that sh*t just ain't safe

[Verse]
And I just left the gun store, b*tch, I'm like, "Who wants smoke?"
Inhale it, you gon' choke, [?][1:01]
I tell 'em pull up now and they gon' do that sh*t pronto
That's the reason that I love 'em, how the f*ck could I want more?
Ain't no deers in that field, but we huntin', though
Back then they used to treat me just like sh*t when my funds low
But now I'm rich, b*tch, I can buy my mama a condo
Just lookin' for some better days, I pray as the months go
Why the f*ck you feel like you can come and play wit' me?
Ain't tryna hear that sh*t you said, I know it's make believe
Don't know what it is yet but they on the interstate wit' ki's
Police had got behind my ass, I had to ate the weed
I'm drivin' fast, I do the dash , I got them K's with me
Might f*ck around and pull a race, ain't got TayK wit' me
Right on the scene, that's where he lay, b*tch, we gon' make 'em bleed
b*tch, you gon' scream since your b*tch 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 Krazy K, he's tryna show you what the crazy mean
They want me dead, what, you scared? Why the f*ck you savin' me?
[Chorus]
Mad as a b*tch, f*ck that sh*t, I'm slidin' in the stolo
It's just me and the stick, b*tch, I'ma slide solo
Tryna crack you in your sh*t, I bet you won't speak no more
Tryna play me like a b*tch, but you know that's a no-no
Dressed in all black, I'm on your street late night, lookin' like a hobo
Six shots all I need, I'm steppin' wit' the .44
If I go broke, b*tch, I'ma score, come get it for the low-low
And they threw Ruff up in the hole for trippin' on that mojo
Posted in the cut, no Band-Aid, if I tell him, he gon' spray
I tell him, he gon' spray (Spray)
And don't come around my way, they don't play
No, that sh*t just ain't safe (Safe), that sh*t just ain't safe (Oh, oh)