Jdot Breezy Real Solid Lyrics

[Intro]
(Smith)
(JustDoItBrisk)

[Verse 1: Jdot Breezy]
Damn, all I know is get dough
Ballin' hard, finna piss my wrist off
Do a drill, mask on, then we get lost
Pump in the trunk, make it jump like Kriss Kross
I be poppin' them tags, I'm spendin' (Spendin')
You ain't even bag these last of women (Women)
Super Soaker, might last a minute (Last a minute)
Wheel smoked out, I done crashed the hemi (Crashed the hemi)
Baby real bad, but I just don't want her (Just don't want her), pedal to the floor, I ain't stoppin', no need (No need)
People two-faced, so I'm antisocial, blue strips, every dollar, I need (I need)
Vroom, vroom, baby, watch me swerve (Watch me swerve)
Playin' with me, boy, you got some nerve (Got some nerve)
For that bag, I'ma take me a risk (Take me a risk), back back 'fore I start me a purge (Purge)
I'm excited when the bag on the phone
Road runnin', I don't never be home
Old school .45, bro got it off chrome
I'ma stack it to the sky 'til I can't no more (Can't no more)
Chasin' this money, you ain't help, then leave, get the boot, you a leech and you owe your soul (And owe your soul)
Life ain't fair and it sure ain't free, I advise you pay every dollar you owe (Dollar you owe)
Buyin' new gear, but the hundreds still old (Still old)
Haters washed up, they be lookin' like mold (Lookin' like mold)
I don't even care how rich I get, I'ma give 'em more reason for to hate some more (For to hate some more)
I don't even know what time it is, but gettin' that check is the time I'm on (Time I'm on)
Got good brain, she a college kid, roll up, cloud nine, on time, she gone (She gone) In the field, better tie your shoestrings, I be runnin' to the money with the Velcros on
So I won't ever trip on lil' things (Lil' things), racked up in the city with my Fear of God on
Baby got a donk, tell her, "Bounce with it"
I ain't stingy with the money, come count with me
Real trends, tell me why you in the house with it
Real solid, I could stamp, no vouch with me
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I done built this shit up from the ground, sackin' ounces out a pound when a lot of you niggas wasn't around
You was hittin' pitches off the mound, I was gamblin' with my life on the road, takin' work out of town (Go)
I don't need a nigga for nothin' (Nah)
Glock with a switch, shit switch with the touch of a button (Grrah)
Shit go down, we gunnin'
Y'all boys runnin', y'all ain't really on nothin' (No)
JDot Breezy, Wop too freezey
Laces tied up 'cause the streets get greasy (Yeah)
In the hood, niggas get shot, no reason
Mind my business, see shit, don't see it
Niggas turn to hoes and Wop can't be it (Nah)
Burn another bridge, that's how I leave it (Ah)
All this money, hope the feds don't seize it
Chopstick left a man paraplegic (Well, damn)
I don't think about, mmm, nobody beef (No)
Get a nigga wet while I'm brushin' my teeth (Brushin' my teeth)
Blow up the car while you crank up the Jeep
Thought I was an artist and now chalk on the street
I'm from the hood, but my game is elite
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no Patek Philippe (No Patek Philippe)
I'm from the 'Crest where you kill what you eat
It's murder he wrote because Wop on the beat (It's Gucci)