Solo Shit

[Verse 1: K Solo]
Your man not a shooter
Just like a nerd he be on computers
This clip on my body it came with a ruler
Remember those days making plays on a scooter
One shot to his head he gon' need a tutor
I cut off his head put that shit in a cooler
Lil’ bitch bad she working at hooters
The feds on my ass throw the clip in the sewer
If he talking dirty, we getting messy
One shot to his stomach, bob's spaghetti
Five nights in the trap, lil' bitch like freddy
I’m poppin' the Glock, surprise, confetti
Yeah five shooters with me, nigga One Direction
And just like an iron nigga, yeah i'm pressin'
Nine shots to his body nigga, he a freshman
I cut off his head now it's my collection
Aye Don, shoot
Im servin' them Glocks nigga, like i'm winnin'
He said he a choppa nigga, he pretendin’
Im passing the work nigga, Jeremy Lin

[Verse 2: K Solo]
That nigga not dead, oh shit Don, spin again
And I pray to the lord forgive me for my sins
You need to shut the fuck up, you niggas not my mans
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African shooters, that be where the sticks at
My bullets, they pop in your mouth like a tic-tac
He said he my man aye brax, where the licks at?
And Don gonna split em in two like a kit-kat
That nigga, he mad cause he can’t get his bitch back
I pull up with 8 niggas like it's a kickback
This beat is my dinner, and nigga I ate that