Solo

[Verse 1: Layen_]
You peaked in high school
Stop hitting my phone for a verse, I don't like you
Go fucking laugh now, you’re mad I'm on the come up
Now I hit the studio and stay there 'til the side note
Same motherfuckers use to act like they don’t know me
Still post my songs to their motherfucking stories
Got a triple turbo while you're sitting in the nose bleed
Makes me wanna vomit when you treat me like your homie

[Interlude: Layen]
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
And it looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Left me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow

[Chorus: Layen_]
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Lеft me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Lеft me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow

[Verse 2: JT Fritz]
You peaked in ninth grade
Talking all that shit, you fuel your ego when you spite me
If I said it faze me, then, lil’ bitch, I’m probably lying
All your shoots are missing, but I give you props for trying
Heard they got a problem, can you tell me where they at?
Probably tryna find my fucking house on Google Maps
Saw 'em in my rear-view, fuck that shit, I’m blowing past
Just like all that time you waste, you cannot get me back
Yeah, I'm sick of being lied too
Speaking to you makes me wanna chug some fucking NyQuil
Just get to the point, because you know that I see right through
And I know we go way back, but I'm sorry, I don't like you

[Chorus: Layen_ & JT Fritz]
Oh no, fuck this shit, I’m going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Left me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Left me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow