Solo Steppin

[Intro]
Solo steppin' on 'em
I'm solo steppin' on 'em
[?] on the shit I did
Uh, uh

[Verse]
Can't be out here by myself, I need a handgun
That shit crazy, you can die for what your mans done
Got six stars on my back, this shit like GTA
She like her niggas goin' down with a man bun
I like my bitches dressin' up, they all on high fashion
You told me, "Send it, you got cash," brodie keep askin'
I understand it, I won't lie, I'm just low-key flashin'
I told her, "No," she asked, why this bitch gon' keep askin'?
I multiply the weight by five, that shit keep addin'
I got a bitch stay on IG, this bitch just keep taggin'
I run this shit, I tell her undress when I'm ready for her
Put five percent on every window, plus the Jeep matted
His bed hot, we burned him up, he got a heat mattress
Put too much money in one pocket, now my jeans saggin'
I told the bitch don't tilt her cup, this not no cheap jacket
So many bitches in one car, we need a fuckin' wagon
I break the money down and count it up and smoke dope
And swing off it every day, I got a broke door
He don't want nine-double-M, He want that forty cal'
If it die down, he spark shit up, he tryna blow smoke
She took a pic while I was sleep, that's when I lost hope
Postin' me in her spam page, that's when I lost hoes
I went to jail, got on a call, found out I lost bros
I was just with 'em ridin' fast, but don't nobody know
My grandma call now and then, she tell me stay safe
I visit her and hug her like my gun on my waist
I'm really fucked up in the head, I need my fuckin' space
Only sixteen, but I can't chill, it's too much on my plate
My brothers locked up in a cell, free the whole 8
Today my day, I'm feelin' nice, I bought a whole cake
A honey bun of all dubs got put on his face
We cross the streets and drop blood, ain't nobody safe
Just stay alert, bro, ain't no rules, crazy how it get
I told my mama this for me, been ruthless since a jit
If I get caught, I hope I'm occupied or with the stick
Them trenches hurt, we lightin' candles, y'all know how it get
Your dick on fire, you tweakin' out, you hit the wrong bitch
He was just gang, but y'all got caught, now he the wrong snitch
He know too much, he yelled it out, they gave you thirty-five
He still got hit with twenty-nine, he said the wrong shit
He gon' die when he gettin' fifty, really forty-six
He seventeen, jumped in the streets and picked the wrong clique
He in the water with them sharks and they gon' kill quick
Fuck all that other shit you heard, bitch, you gon' feel this

[Outro]
Uh, uh, bitch, you gon' feel this
Fuck all that other shit you heard, bitch, you gon' feel this
Uh, 'cause you gon' feel this
Bitch, you gon' feel this
You gon' feel this