Uh, we the ones who rob the robbers
I ain't never been good at math, but I solve problems
Exit 1 the trend, boy we bringin' back them Dickie suits
You don't need a briefcase, neck and tie to get the business too
I'll go barefoot and chase some pape before I chase a bitch
All you need is fame and some likes, that's all it take to hit
Real nigga, they'll tell you first before I get a chance
Real hitter, hunnid round drum, but I ain't make the band
Foot soldier, I don't need elevators, boy I step on shit
Omerta, throw me in handcuffs, I ain't tellin' shit
Street smart, teachin' young bulls before the tutors did
Splizzy King, police helicopters before lil Chunno did
All I know is Rekk, Rekk, Rekk, demolition man
Couldn't be down, now you a opp, boy you been a fan
All I know is check, check, check on my Nike shit
Fool tryna crash out bout a hoe, I don't even like the bitch
Make my own moves and own plays, no explainin
Any bullshit come my way, don't entertain it
Talk to God before you step to me, this shit is dangerous
Niggas can't keep up with what I'm doin', now they changin
Bitch keep beggin' me for bill money, go ask yo other niggas
Runnin' back and forth, dick to dick, cause I ain't f*ckin' with you
Always be ten steps ahead and keep it player though
I'll save a opp nigga from dyin' before I save a hoe
Real shooter, gettin' straight buckets just like I'm Arturo
Reekade a get this bitch jumpin' like a kangaroo
762s flip the car over like gymnastics
5% tints on the splizzy, I'm in traffic
F*ck that gangsta shit, come on, let's hear about that money talk
Flip a O and turn it to a P and watch that money walk
Ten bands just hit the account, f*ck them PPPs
All you need is name, address, and two forms of ID
Damn near blew tires out doin' donuts in that AMG
They the ones who keep gettin' spinned on, bae you safe with me
Even though I got my L's, I'm still ridin' dirty
18 in this Glock 19 with an extra 30
Make my own moves and own plays, no explainin
Any bullshit come my way, don't entertain it
Talk to God before you step to me, this shit is dangerous
Niggas can't keep up with what I'm doin', now they changin
700 Reekade - Solitary Lyrics
700 Reekade - Solitary Lyrics
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Uh, we the ones who rob the robbers
I ain't never been good at math, but I solve problems
Exit 1 the trend, boy we bringin' back them Dickie suits
You don't need a briefcase, neck and tie to get the business too
I'll go barefoot and chase some pape before I chase a bitch
All you need is fame and some likes, that's all it take to hit
Real nigga, they'll tell you first before I get a chance
Real hitter, hunnid round drum, but I ain't make the band
Foot soldier, I don't need elevators, boy I step on shit
Omerta, throw me in handcuffs, I ain't tellin' shit
Street smart, teachin' young bulls before the tutors did
Splizzy King, police helicopters before lil Chunno did
All I know is Rekk, Rekk, Rekk, demolition man
Couldn't be down, now you a opp, boy you been a fan
All I know is check, check, check on my Nike shit
Fool tryna crash out bout a hoe, I don't even like the bitch
Make my own moves and own plays, no explainin
Any bullshit come my way, don't entertain it
Talk to God before you step to me, this shit is dangerous
Niggas can't keep up with what I'm doin', now they changin
Bitch keep beggin' me for bill money, go ask yo other niggas
Runnin' back and forth, dick to dick, cause I ain't f*ckin' with you
Always be ten steps ahead and keep it player though
I'll save a opp nigga from dyin' before I save a hoe
Real shooter, gettin' straight buckets just like I'm Arturo
Reekade a get this bitch jumpin' like a kangaroo
762s flip the car over like gymnastics
5% tints on the splizzy, I'm in traffic
F*ck that gangsta shit, come on, let's hear about that money talk
Flip a O and turn it to a P and watch that money walk
Ten bands just hit the account, f*ck them PPPs
All you need is name, address, and two forms of ID
Damn near blew tires out doin' donuts in that AMG
They the ones who keep gettin' spinned on, bae you safe with me
Even though I got my L's, I'm still ridin' dirty
18 in this Glock 19 with an extra 30
Make my own moves and own plays, no explainin
Any bullshit come my way, don't entertain it
Talk to God before you step to me, this shit is dangerous
Niggas can't keep up with what I'm doin', now they changin
I ain't never been good at math, but I solve problems
Exit 1 the trend, boy we bringin' back them Dickie suits
You don't need a briefcase, neck and tie to get the business too
I'll go barefoot and chase some pape before I chase a bitch
All you need is fame and some likes, that's all it take to hit
Real nigga, they'll tell you first before I get a chance
Real hitter, hunnid round drum, but I ain't make the band
Foot soldier, I don't need elevators, boy I step on shit
Omerta, throw me in handcuffs, I ain't tellin' shit
Street smart, teachin' young bulls before the tutors did
Splizzy King, police helicopters before lil Chunno did
All I know is Rekk, Rekk, Rekk, demolition man
Couldn't be down, now you a opp, boy you been a fan
All I know is check, check, check on my Nike shit
Fool tryna crash out bout a hoe, I don't even like the bitch
Make my own moves and own plays, no explainin
Any bullshit come my way, don't entertain it
Talk to God before you step to me, this shit is dangerous
Niggas can't keep up with what I'm doin', now they changin
Bitch keep beggin' me for bill money, go ask yo other niggas
Runnin' back and forth, dick to dick, cause I ain't f*ckin' with you
Always be ten steps ahead and keep it player though
I'll save a opp nigga from dyin' before I save a hoe
Real shooter, gettin' straight buckets just like I'm Arturo
Reekade a get this bitch jumpin' like a kangaroo
762s flip the car over like gymnastics
5% tints on the splizzy, I'm in traffic
F*ck that gangsta shit, come on, let's hear about that money talk
Flip a O and turn it to a P and watch that money walk
Ten bands just hit the account, f*ck them PPPs
All you need is name, address, and two forms of ID
Damn near blew tires out doin' donuts in that AMG
They the ones who keep gettin' spinned on, bae you safe with me
Even though I got my L's, I'm still ridin' dirty
18 in this Glock 19 with an extra 30
Make my own moves and own plays, no explainin
Any bullshit come my way, don't entertain it
Talk to God before you step to me, this shit is dangerous
Niggas can't keep up with what I'm doin', now they changin
Writer: Reekade Taureau
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