[Intro]

Ay, ay, ay-ay

Yeah, I'm at the traphouse, posted in the motherfuckin' bando

Poppin' all these pills, yeah, it's five in my hand, bro

Sippin' on this drank, yeah, I can't even stand, ho

They thought it was my girl, but she really just a fan, though

They callin' Solid Saint too evil, they think he the devil

But it's cool

[Verse]

Put a curse up on this bitch

Stupid ho just left me sick

Stackin' ice up on my wrist

Yeah, they call me motion man

Can't go up, bitch, I got plans

Take yo' girl just off one glance

[Chorus]

I get bands, that's no doubt

I do not do none of this shit for clout

Why this lil ho tryna spin back, actin' like she don't want my money?

Yeah, the way I flip the pack, celebratе, run it up, take it back

That shit ain't even funny

So, it's hasta la vista

Fuck that ho, don't need hеr

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

I got loud, Rolling Loud, in the south

Run up 50 bands, and there not no doubt

Man, this dirty ass hoe, man, she just want clout

And I'm tired of all the things they do (Yeah, I'm tired)

Yeah, I think she want me to bless her, but I told her that we- (Yeah, yeah)

Cheese and queso, got some racks up in my pesos

Greedy hoes, I hate those

She wanna blow my mental

[Outro]

Told her, "Man, it's Solid Saint, Solid Saint, talkin' in this bitch, yeah, I can't go fuck with no lames, no"

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