Real Solid (feat. Gucci Mane) - Jdot Breezy

Guwop! Wiz! Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7 Ridin' around blowin' so much dope but I'm always handlin' business Way too high don't pick up my phone, if I do, I'm like "Who is this?" Ain't got time for a girlfriend Telling that bitch that I ain't got no feelings Young nigga straight from the bottom Now my car ain't got no ceiling Young nigga stackin' up millions, y'all niggas actin' like children Ouu, nigga yous couldn't get in Now I'm ownin' the building Brought the bitch to my crib, said she felt like she went on a field trip Nigga like me gon' always stack, When I'm older I'm probably gon' still get Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga Never said I was gon' be easy to deal with But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga Never said I was gon' be easy to deal with But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit I'm a country-ass Beverly hill-billy Eat it up bitch, I'ma meal-ticket Flush it down concert like fuck a ticket Rich-ass, crazy-ass, super picky Want a rich dick say I'm bucket listed I don't fuck broke I got a boujee dick First round draft, I'ma lottery pick Pepped up East Atlanta vitamins shit Solitaires glaring Big stone like Sharon Superstar, Ed Sheeran Bitches love my earrings Know she fucked wit him, I still fucked her Fuck that nigga, he a real sucka It's the Wiz and the Wizop I baguetted my watch wit' real boogers Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga Never said I was gon' be easy to deal with But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga Never said I was gon' be easy to deal with But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town I want an ocean view, somewhere As long as I'm next to you, I don't care I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away from here, let's go All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town (Ah, Kygo) I'm Gucci Mane, the champion I'm battling for the title (huh?) I got women say they love me I'm an American idol (wow) I don't like the practice quarter Million for recital I got fans all over in Africa Awaiting my arrival Five million, just on diamonds I call that a bridal shower 300k an hour and is really giving me power (power) Do I really love my, uh (what?) Or do I love her body? (Yah) Do she really love me? (Huh) Or do she love my money? It's Gucci! (Gucci) All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town

Are you ready? Are you ready? I get shoppin' sprees off the heezy I get dough to blow, please believe me Don't want the one-on-one, take it easy You're just the jump-off, I'm his breezy (breezy) I'm the one who knows him the best I'm his one and only, nothin' less You don't wanna take it there, don't you see? He told me he loves me, calls me his breezy Let me break it down, break it down I got it on lock and I think you better stop I heard you been checkin' for my boo Who do you think he is? Busy giving your best shot But you couldn't get a call back and even after all that Caught you at the mall for a throwback That's big pimpin' but you wouldn't listen He's mine, not yours but a fallback I get shoppin' sprees off the heezy (off the heezy) I get dough to blow, please believe me (please believe me) Don't want the one on one, take it easy You're just the jump-off, I'm his breezy I'm the one who knows him the best I'm his one and only, nothin' less (one and only) You don't wanna take it there, don't you see He told me he loves me, calls me his breezy (I'm his breezy) Now I'ma let ya know to your face You needa hit the brakes You're about to make a major mistake I'm gonna call you out, no doubt Let me spell it out, baby you ain't nothin' but a fake 'Cause I know what you want and you ain't gotta front So, go ahead and pull another stunt Remember that it's me that he loves All he's thinkin' of I'm the only one that he wants I get shoppin' sprees off the heezy (off the heezy) I get dough to blow, please believe me (please believe me) Don't want the one on one, take it easy (take it easy) You're just the jump-off, I'm his breezy (breezy) I'm the one who knows him the best (the best) I'm his one and only, nothin' less (nothin' less) You don't wanna take it there, don't you see? (Don't you see?) He told me he loves me, calls me his breezy (I am his breezy) 'Cause what we have is so real It's more than just dollar bills This livin' lavish wouldn't matter if I didn't have his heart Sorry shorty, he's mine Better luck next time Next time you will be happy but I'll still be his girl I get shoppin' sprees off the heezy (off the heezy) I get dough to blow, please believe me (believe me) Don't want the one on one, take it easy (no, oh-oh) You're just the jump-off, I'm his breezy (breezy) I'm the one who knows him the best I'm his one and only, nothin' less (nothin' less) You don't wanna take it there, don't you see? He told me he loves me, calls me his breezy (I am his breezy) I get shoppin' sprees off the heezy I get dough to blow, please believe me Don't want the one on one, take it easy (you don't want this) You're just the jump-off, I'm his breezy I'm the one who knows him the best I'm his one and only, nothin' less (I'm the only one for my baby) You don't wanna take it there, don't you see? He told me he loves me, calls me his breezy (oh yeah) Breezy, breezy, breezy, breezy, yeah (are you ready?) Breezy, breezy, breezy, breezy, yeah (are you ready?)