Rock Solid (feat. Gunna & Demon Child)

制作人 : Turbo

Run that back, Turbo

Rock solid, I never crumble (Yeah)

Icey, I fill it with pointers (Ice)

Stones in my tee like Stunna (Stones)

Ride by the wheel for the summer (Ooh)

I got a good grip, I ain't fumble (Yeah)

Me and your bitch had a slumber (Yeah)

Prayin' God the whip soundin' like thunder

Don't hold nothin' less than a hunnid

Gotti, you know how I got it (Gotti)

Gotti, you know that I'm 'bout it (Slatt)

Indeed, I love my apartments, but I cannot go back into my apartments (Hell nah, nigga)

'Cause they had said that I, sheesh (Sheesh)

Walk out of court and say, "Cheese" (Ha)

Thank God I'm free, that was a lil' situation that I had to beat (Shh)

Got milk like milf (Got milk like milf)

My drip Saks Fifth (My drip on)

[?], oh yeah ([?]), uh

I ain't lost appeals (Hell no, no), ayy

Still I lost a pill (Uh-huh)

'cause this shit cost right here (Shit done cost)

And I ain't stop out here (Nah, nah), yeah

You have no idea (Nah, nah)

[?] up down and [?] (Yeah)

You wouldn't believe what I seen in four months (Yeah)

Goin' too fast, they gon' tell me to slow up (Yeah)

Runnin' through the mall, I'ma tear every store up (Ah)

Kissin' the miss, tag team, I'ma load up (Load up)

Shout out to my ex, like she on X, gotta throw up

Every time you see me, you gon' be like, "Sho nuff"

Boogers in the ear like a mother****in' donut

Rock solid, I never crumble (Yeah)

Icey, I fill it with pointers (Ice)

Stones in my tee like Stunna (Stones)

Ride by the wheel for the summer (Ooh)

I got a good grip, I ain't fumble (Yeah)

Me and your bitch had a slumber (Yeah)

Prayin' God the whip soundin' like thunder

Don't hold nothin' less than a hunnid

Long live Big B

We got three grams rolled up in a leaf

We got free food for whoever want beef

And when it's time to eat, nigga, we gon' have a feast

I believe in us, nigga, **** your belief

And **** where you from, I was really in the streets

I told my brothers that we all gon' eat

They play with us, we gon' bury 'em deep, yeah

See, I'm in a loop like shoe laces

We got a lot of blue faces

I caught a whole lot of cases

We had to stay down like the basement

I got them Cubans in my bracelet

My Patek the newest creation

All my bitches different races

We don't believe in segregation

I'm in the kitchen like a apron

I'm havin' motion like the Matrix

You couldn't be me if we traded places

They hand 'em down, I got all aces

Seen the nigga change gangs, Jason

[?] like a damn patient

See, I stay ahead of my generation

I'm feelin' myself like I'm masturbatin'

Rock solid, I never crumble (Yeah)

Icey, I fill it with pointers (Ice)

Stones in my tee like Stunna (Stones)

Ride by the wheel for the summer (Ooh)

I got a good grip, I ain't fumble (Yeah)

Me and your bitch had a slumber (Yeah)

Prayin' God the whip soundin' like thunder

Don't hold nothin' less than a hunnid

母带工程师 : A. “BAINZ” Bains/Aresh Banaji