Lyrics:
I'm tired of hanging on
Letting go of the bullshit you caused
Putting my armour on
And I'm ready for war, ready for war
Because it's been 10-9-8
way the earth roll
Getting twisted when I ride low
Watching lights pass by like everything's in slow mo
Here I go it's off an poppin, this ain't no
Shit that I spit is legit, not no bullshit (bullshit)
Roll up a 3 gram spliff then pull it
He on the 'Gram talkin' tough but he full of it
Pull up
Champagne bottles, campaign papi
Celebrating living life to fullest like some bosses
Big boss shit and you know it ain't no stopping
Hunnid bands
it
Still here still in the hood and I ain't forgot about them
Getting paid I ain't on no bullshit I'm a real boss
I'm just saying whenever you call me
Solo dolo, solo dolo, solo dolo, yeah
I roll solo dolo, solo dolo, solo dolo, yeah
I roll by myself yeah, don't need no one else, yeah
I roll by
By any means, we gon' stunt and roll trees
Smoke blunts and exhale it in the breeze
No tough talk, we just pump the desert ease
You must walk how we
shall it be in the end
That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come
the end
That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
radiation
With no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my click airtight
Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes
no time for patient or complication
Let's get it done right, my clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
So niggas lose stripes or lose
As I sift and drift through bullshit,
That plagues from day to day,
Would you ever really notice I've gone away?
CHORUS
I'm over the wall,
Over
where that brown bag?
I'm a big boi, 3 stacks, Outkast
For that bread I be in your house like
I go deaf ears if it aint about no dough
Porsche mind
(ain't no way out)
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit (what you know bout this homie, trap life, let's go)
Even though we had
talk
Bullshit Walk by on you dog
this shit goes for all of y'all
Wanches hate this shit we show no love mother fucka
We don't Love hoes so we blast
Reaching
Steady be talking that bullshit but you act like you preaching
Don't put no work in the field, be begging for food like some leaches
I'm
my shoes just to run from my problems
I don’t got no answers don’t know how to solve it
Bitches distract me by slopping the top
On occasion I feel it
too much pride though
But I ain't got no time, no space for no bullshit
Gave that bitch my heart and she buried it 6 ft
Plug in the game, not talking
these battles by myself that I don't have no fucking help!!,
Cause my relatives is on some hostage taking bullshit
That
back on but we don't trick or treat
Evey time we see you get to spinning like rotisserie
I'm riding by myself, wait, no, the Glock riding with me
I just
ride
But theres no other place I’d rather be
At this very moment in life
How about a couple shots of whiskey
To start off the night (Cause we
talkin bullshit thats shenanigans
Smokin an tokin shenanigans
No you can't have these shenanigans
Want some just call up my mans and them
They probably
Im running out of the luck
I got the 40 inside of my pocket, and I'm not away from the drugs
MJ, Im back on my bullshit
I done feel like MJ, Im back
First of all, platinum, five months
Holla you know I go away for two months
and the
Riff raff come back with this bullshit
Man this what
Y’all come
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