K-Solo - Thumbing Through Bands

I'm thumbing through bands
Fell in love wit how it feel in my hands
You rap for bitches but I rap for the fans
Give her dick and now she doing her dance
40 Hit him, make a fuck nigga prance
Stick showing, had to pull up my pants
Stick hit him now that fuck nigga praying
She mad as shit cuz I ain't give her a chance
Last time I checked I don't give a damn
Bah, damn
Summon thunder bitch I feel like Shazam
SG ain't men nigga we is a fam
Bullet in his mouth he look like a calm
Stay wit some sticks like a young nigga building a damn
And I tax for work, bitch Uncle Sam
Fuck the pigs ima turn em' to ham
Solo for life but I'm sliding wit Cam
Send him to satan that young nigga too hot
Thinking bout faking my death like I'm 2Pac
Might lace an opp jay bitch like a shoe knot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Feds blitz, hide the P in a shoebox
Said I wouldn't make it lil bitch wait, WHO NOT?
Caught wit the stick I might get me a new glock
If I call up BROME that's one to your dome
You better go home
I'm Solo for life but that lil freak bitch can't leave me alone
Might silence the chop like I'm watching my tone
But violence is what I do not condone
She licking me up like an ice cream cone
That lil bitch a dog, I threw her a bone
Got too many flows but not many hoes
I'm back from the dead, like Jesus I rose
That light on the stick got him striking a pose
We loaded wit sticks and we ready to go
Heatless in the trap we using the stove
Close range got some blood on my clothes
She staying down then I pay for her toes
Ain't talking Rudolph got that beam on ya noes
Was coppin' Vics now I'm coppin' them O's
She said "its me or weed", the gas what I chose
My mexican plug was serving me at Lowes
Would be a gardener but I don't fuck wit hoes
No grim reaper I be taking her soul
I know some strippers that might slide wit the pole
Ain't good in the hood so you paying a toll
3 Fingers in the bitch like i'm tryna bowl
I'm thumbing through bands
Fell in love wit how it feel in my hands
You rap for bitches but I rap for the fans
Give her dick and now she doing her dance
40 Hit him, make a fuck nigga prance
Stick showing, had to pull up my pants
Stick hit him now that fuck nigga praying
She mad as shit cuz I ain't give her a chance
Last time I checked I don't give a damn
Bah, damn
Summon thunder bitch I feel like Shazam
SG ain't men nigga we is a fam
Bullet in his mouth he look like a calm
Stay wit some sticks like a young nigga building a damn
And I tax for work, bitch Uncle Sam
Fuck the pigs ima turn em' to ham
Solo for life but I'm sliding wit Cam
Send him to satan that young nigga too hot
Thinking bout faking my death like I'm 2Pac
Might lace an opp jay bitch like a shoe knot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Feds blitz, hide the P in a shoebox
Said I wouldn't make it lil bitch wait, WHO NOT?
Caught wit the stick I might get me a new glock

Written by:
Kai White

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