J.Von - Solo Ridin Lyrics

I remember nights
Riding solo, can't deal with fake, that's why I'm dolo
Rather wear Gucci, but still rocking polo, mess with these hoes
That is a no-no, I'ma make a top that's on the bros
Can't f*ck with them cheating ass hoes
Niggas be gangsta, be one that told
All this hating shit, getting too old
All these internet trolls, getting too bold
Seeing these niggas, selling they soul
For some change and a little bit of gold
One day I'll make it, I'm patiently waiting
Making a statement, nigga, hop off my dick
And stop hating I'm favorited in your bitch's playlist
Like, now I'm solo, riding, your hoe come sliding down
Money coming, what's that sound
Being that hoe up round for round
Call me a fighter, pound for pound
Now I see the fake, now I see the hate
These hoes ain't wanna date, way back when
Before I was pushing the tens, go hop in the Benz
They Ain't wanna f*ck with me, way back then
But now they do, between the real and fake, you gotta choose
Team full of winners, we not gon' lose
We not gon' lose, we gon' win
Till the end, bad bitch, she want me to bend
I still might f*ck her friend
Yeah, but I can never go back to my past
Yeah, but I can't go back to my past
Maybe I'm living life too fast
Man, I just want that f*cking cash
Yeah, 210 on the dash, I'm swerving too fast
I just might crash, every day I'm chasing that f*cking bag
She calling me papi, she calling me dad
That bitch really bad, y'all niggas is sad
Bitch, I'm in my bag
Solo, solo, solo, riding
Your Hoe come sliding down
Money coming, what's that sound
Being that ho up round for round
Call me a fighter, pound for pound
Yeah, oh
Solo, solo, solo, riding
Y'all all come sliding down
Money coming, what's that sound
Being that ho up round for round
Call me a fighter, pound for pound
Yeah, oh