"Solid 16s" lyrics
Casper TNG & Keep6ixSolid Lyrics
[part 1]
(Quince, run it up)
Who the fuck is he? I don't know, he a broke bum
Me, I'm a someone, you, you a no one
Fell in love with shootin' people, I thought it was so fun
I be in my fucking bag, can't say that's for both of us
Catch an opp by the store, chase his ass down
Black Ops mission, I'ma bring a hundred rounds
If you ain't got no money, lil' boy, you just a clown
Dirty drug money but a clean bank account
Pull up on his block, SRT in and out
I think the rap game without me is a drought
Cops kicked the door, found the GG in the house
Shoutout Robin, she be gettin' TT in the house
Break a bitch down
She like me, but she say she from the Town
I got a bitch from Regent Park givin' niggas out
I got a bitch from Dixon, say she only eat Halal
So she gon' lead me to you some way, somehow
Bitch, can you tell the truth? Please, that ain't my child
Baby, look at his eyes, he look like your man mouse
I know he broke down bad, you stuck with him for a while
Tried to pin it on your next best bet call cow
I got this bust down Rollie, you can see it from a mile
I'm just countin' dough, as you can see, it's a big pile
Smokin' on your homie, as you can hear, it's a bit loud
What is wrong with Roney? Leave alone that girl, it's just a child
What is wrong with Moula? Why you ain't perform at Rolling Loud?
I just hit the jeweller, I'm too hot, I need to simmer down
Why these niggas actin' like I ain't the one who put it down?
I'm killin' niggas, shootin' niggas, rap about it, spin around
I got bodies and a voice, I could be a singer now
I might even do a dance just like Justin Timber' now
And I'm shoppin' in Chanel, I can't shop at Winner's now
Didn't I say I'm hot as hell? Someone bring a drink right now
While you at it, I'ma keep on goin', demons in me now
And they used to be a hundred, wanna give me fifty now
I should dig you in the ditch, make your mother dig you out
And I said, "I'm hot as fuck," can somebody hear me now?
Don't go out like Duck, know what you're doin' with that glizzy now
If you broke, you got some shit you need to go and figure out
She told you, "We just friends," you know that I dig her out
Yeah, I see you call the phone while my dick is in her mouth
[part 2]
I'm just tryna ball
Been the kid with nothing to the man with it all
I can't believe I'm staring at these plaques on my wall
How I did make it this far?
Four years behind bars
And mama wanna tell you that I'm sorry all the drama that I caused
Bullets flying through the walls
Early morning jail calls
And I'm sorry baby mama all the drama that I caused
Too much pride to apolgize but should I say it on the song
And don't nobody got my last name in my family
A stranger my family, the gang was my family
Hooping they would take me to my games like my family
So I just feel like I can never change on my family
Baby give me head with her shades she classy
Baby give me head when I say it she nasty
She gon' cum first 'cause the lean got me lasting
Money like a Gobstopper 'cause it's everlasting
All this shit I seen you can see it through my glasses
He don't got a future if we put him in the past tense
Tryna kick the cup I had some lean I sold my last bit
Dealing with my pain on a plane 'cause I'm past this
Everything about me from the lives to the captions
I think these niggas really be the maddest
I seen these niggas slap each other's asses
They seen me sliding on they block swerving traffic
Can't do no more Instagram lives feds tapped in
Gotta move smarter, got more to lose than back then
Family the fee gotta spit this shit in fractions
All these lawyer fees, fuck, I hope they free the mandem
All this ice on me don't take away the madness
All this ice on me and I'm still 'bout to fly to Aspen
She twenty-three and she said she just started dancing
I fuck with you as long as you gon' bring that cash in
Said I'm not a pimp but shit I may as well tax 'em
She just wanna fuck me 'cause I'm popping like a Jackson
Go against me I go Drake on Pusha T
I go Pac on Biggie
If I'm Pac then I cannot die because I died already
Lie detector test said I lied already
You can't get your homie back, he in the sky already
That nigga gone
Look, uh
I'm just tryna ball
Been the kid with nothing to the man with it all
I can't believe I'm staring at these plaques on my wall
How I did make it this far?
Four years behind bars
And mama wanna tell you that I'm sorry all the drama that I caused
Bullets flying through the walls
Early morning jail calls
And I'm sorry baby mama all the drama that I caused
Too much pride to apolgize but should I say it on the song
(Quince, run it up)
Who the fuck is he? I don't know, he a broke bum
Me, I'm a someone, you, you a no one
Fell in love with shootin' people, I thought it was so fun
I be in my fucking bag, can't say that's for both of us
Catch an opp by the store, chase his ass down
Black Ops mission, I'ma bring a hundred rounds
If you ain't got no money, lil' boy, you just a clown
Dirty drug money but a clean bank account
Pull up on his block, SRT in and out
I think the rap game without me is a drought
Cops kicked the door, found the GG in the house
Shoutout Robin, she be gettin' TT in the house
Break a bitch down
She like me, but she say she from the Town
I got a bitch from Regent Park givin' niggas out
I got a bitch from Dixon, say she only eat Halal
So she gon' lead me to you some way, somehow
Bitch, can you tell the truth? Please, that ain't my child
Baby, look at his eyes, he look like your man mouse
I know he broke down bad, you stuck with him for a while
Tried to pin it on your next best bet call cow
I got this bust down Rollie, you can see it from a mile
I'm just countin' dough, as you can see, it's a big pile
Smokin' on your homie, as you can hear, it's a bit loud
What is wrong with Roney? Leave alone that girl, it's just a child
What is wrong with Moula? Why you ain't perform at Rolling Loud?
I just hit the jeweller, I'm too hot, I need to simmer down
Why these niggas actin' like I ain't the one who put it down?
I'm killin' niggas, shootin' niggas, rap about it, spin around
I got bodies and a voice, I could be a singer now
I might even do a dance just like Justin Timber' now
And I'm shoppin' in Chanel, I can't shop at Winner's now
Didn't I say I'm hot as hell? Someone bring a drink right now
While you at it, I'ma keep on goin', demons in me now
And they used to be a hundred, wanna give me fifty now
I should dig you in the ditch, make your mother dig you out
And I said, "I'm hot as fuck," can somebody hear me now?
Don't go out like Duck, know what you're doin' with that glizzy now
If you broke, you got some shit you need to go and figure out
She told you, "We just friends," you know that I dig her out
Yeah, I see you call the phone while my dick is in her mouth
[part 2]
I'm just tryna ball
Been the kid with nothing to the man with it all
I can't believe I'm staring at these plaques on my wall
How I did make it this far?
Four years behind bars
And mama wanna tell you that I'm sorry all the drama that I caused
Bullets flying through the walls
Early morning jail calls
And I'm sorry baby mama all the drama that I caused
Too much pride to apolgize but should I say it on the song
And don't nobody got my last name in my family
A stranger my family, the gang was my family
Hooping they would take me to my games like my family
So I just feel like I can never change on my family
Baby give me head with her shades she classy
Baby give me head when I say it she nasty
She gon' cum first 'cause the lean got me lasting
Money like a Gobstopper 'cause it's everlasting
All this shit I seen you can see it through my glasses
He don't got a future if we put him in the past tense
Tryna kick the cup I had some lean I sold my last bit
Dealing with my pain on a plane 'cause I'm past this
Everything about me from the lives to the captions
I think these niggas really be the maddest
I seen these niggas slap each other's asses
They seen me sliding on they block swerving traffic
Can't do no more Instagram lives feds tapped in
Gotta move smarter, got more to lose than back then
Family the fee gotta spit this shit in fractions
All these lawyer fees, fuck, I hope they free the mandem
All this ice on me don't take away the madness
All this ice on me and I'm still 'bout to fly to Aspen
She twenty-three and she said she just started dancing
I fuck with you as long as you gon' bring that cash in
Said I'm not a pimp but shit I may as well tax 'em
She just wanna fuck me 'cause I'm popping like a Jackson
Go against me I go Drake on Pusha T
I go Pac on Biggie
If I'm Pac then I cannot die because I died already
Lie detector test said I lied already
You can't get your homie back, he in the sky already
That nigga gone
Look, uh
I'm just tryna ball
Been the kid with nothing to the man with it all
I can't believe I'm staring at these plaques on my wall
How I did make it this far?
Four years behind bars
And mama wanna tell you that I'm sorry all the drama that I caused
Bullets flying through the walls
Early morning jail calls
And I'm sorry baby mama all the drama that I caused
Too much pride to apolgize but should I say it on the song
