Solidus

[Intro: Boldy James]

Where we at?

[Chorus: Boldy James]

Russian cream full of green cuddy, like my lean muddy

And my freak slutty, been a minute since I seen Cuddy

Dumpin' beans in a BM-dubby or that Benz buggy

Servin' all these fiends in these streets, I done seen ugly (Yeah)

Hunnid G's in a fatigue duffy, I breed puppies

Can't step foot in my kitchen if you got a weak stomach

I seen junkies OD off that one hit a quitter

Hunnid grits of fent', it look like I cut this shit with glitter

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Twenty-sixteen stashed in the dash and the floor panel

Mike Amiri jeans, Marni snap town for a flannel

Four G's on the feet, swear to God I never wore sandals

187 proof, now the coupe ain't got no door handles

Caught a sale patty cake-ing, smokin' big blunts

All the L's a nigga had to take so I could win once

Even in my mug shots, I don't grin much

Let's do this shit bold face, chest out, chin up

Cut from a whole different fabric, whole 'nother cloth

Pull up and cut you off in traffic, ain't no runnin' off