Solo Kidd

I been floating the city solo By myself behind 5 percent Lost my rifle on a chase with cops two Glocks 'cause it was me Got two tops popped I got them picked See where your block, I'm finna spin Big long choppers hit his chest, it burns like vodka and some gin Everything gets entertained I spin my Glock while I bust his brain Beaucoup dead bodies steady piling Bitch don't say a thing Catching kills, feel like I'm fucking shit similar That shit the same You supposed to be my brother, my n---a Why would you change, Imma bang Cousin got pussies tryna take my name Everything incriminated got elevated, got n---as tellin' on the gang A Process of elimination They intimidated by the way that I'm doing my thing Get crossed out, zoomed in like a hawk Run down, exchange flames Make a n---a bleed, yeah, bitch What you wanna do? Make a n---a bleed, bitch, yeah This shit ain't new Make a n---a bleed, yeah, bitch Got blood on my shoe I don't know how the fuck I do it, but I just do I been floating the city solo By myself behind 5 percent Lost my rifle on a chase with cops two Glocks 'cause it was me Got two tops popped I got them picked See where your block, I'm finna spin Big long choppers hit his chest, it burns like vodka and some gin I been out my fucking body Catching bodies that's a hobby Behind no murder that's straight violence Even though I'm a trending topic You gon see me cock it, you gon see me pop a n---a OxyContin in my body, on them drugs I be nodding, n---a Tryna stop your heart, sending darts Wreck your ass like a wrecking car You know murder be 'bout my Bleedas See 'bout my Bleedas, I'm a take it far Tryna shut you down like a push to start I'm a thief in the night, I'll steal your heart Got souls, under my soles, I don't even know where to start Are you ready boy? Don't run bitch, come here Gotta take your soul, you ain't even much from here Shine like a blind man pussy why you ain't got your gun here Dae c'mon fuck no I ain't done here Drop them bodies that's all I know When you catch a opp, put a tag on his toe When the switch go off, get low, limbo Or your fucking face's gonna be meeting the floor I been floating the city solo By myself behind 5 percent Lost my rifle on a chase with cops two Glocks 'cause it was me Got two tops popped I got them picked See where your block, I'm finna spin Big long choppers hit his chest, it burns like vodka and some gin