Ridin' solo, cruisin' through the streets
All these girls still screamin' YOLO, they actin' like some creeps
I'm probably comin' down with Polo, I'm fresh from head to feet
And my closet like a dojo, karate chop the beat
Any my bass be knockin' solo, I'm wakin' up the streets
Paparazzi taking photos, they heard [?]
Any yo girl been on the low low, that's why she's on her knees
You can catch me ridin' solo, don't need no one with me
I'm on mo' with these fifths (Hold Up)
Takin' off with no lift (Hold Up)
These faux talk with fake lips
Y'all get shitted on when im pissed
I got one bitch but i want two, they mouth drop when i come through
You call me i didn't pick up, i guess that mean i don't want you
Fly now, i got airtime
Hot now, i'm on hilltops [?]
Gettin' head while writin' rhymes, so i'm soon to be the next headline
My mom left, out her right mine
So my dad came, i said "about time"
My uncle put my ass in the game, got me squared away like a hairline
Lookin' up, ask god "Please let me blow before my deadline"
Glock back, it was soon to come
Keep ballin' and it ain't even half time
Good hair and these long whips, so i guess its time i start eatin' good
But i'm so used to being by myself, when they try to help i still nod and shy
Ridin' solo, cruisin' through the streets
All these girls still screamin' YOLO, they actin' like some creeps
I'm probably comin' down with Polo, I'm fresh from head to feet
And my closet like a do-go, karate chop the beat
Any my bass be knockin' solo, I'm wakin' up the streets
Paparazzi taking photos, they heard [?]
Any yo girl been on the low low, that's why she's on her knees
You can catch me ridin' solo, don't need no one with me
Wrote this song in like 30 minutes, mowed this [?] its too easy for me
Now i'm surrounded by 30 women, head down when i'm a lil' greedy to me
Flow toxic, i'm spittin' poison
Old friends hatin' cuz i made some choices, but i don't even care i'm still screaming out "Fuck You Homie" im my different voices
From the house, some things change
When you gettin' paid, the act jaded to you
I'm over that, cuz its a new day
Drop more hits for y'all to get crazy to
Ridin' round with no yo-yo, Im Floyd baby you Cotto
And that mean i'm trying to beat it up, we can speed it up or move slow mo
Im bout to own this shit i need a pen, tell them bad hoes to get at me
And why you up on me, driving me crazy so i started taking her taxes
But its all good that's lessons learned, so i'mma go and blow this cash i earned
Solo, cruisin' through the streets
All these girls still screamin' YOLO, they actin' like some creeps
I'm probably comin' down with Polo, I'm fresh from head to feet
And my closet like a dojo, karate chop the beat
Any my bass be knockin' solo, I'm wakin' up the streets
Paparazzi taking photos, they heard [?]
Any yo girl been on the low low, that's why she's on her knees
You can catch me ridin' solo, don't need no one with me
Solo
You can catch me ridin' solo