Lil Baby - Solid lyrics

Mmm mmm-mmm
Yeah, fuck it, let me pop my shit one time

Nobody got hit, spin the block again 
(yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, something got to give
(yeah, yeah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away
So now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I
Told ’em that I got a mil'
You can get whatever if you ask me
You ain't gotta steal
My lil’ woadie said he fightin' demons
Feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a
Vibe and that shit give me chills

One hand on my steering wheel
Other arm to work the blicky
I'ma be forever gang but smart
Enough to keep my distance
Product of the real trenches
That's why I wear a trench coat
Damn near fucked my life gamblin'
Bet it all on ten-to-four
Rap get slow, I'm sellin' loads
Can't get caught with no skinny ho
Can’t get caught with no ho at all, bitch
Don’t slam my door that hard
I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd, " she gon' shop
She hold my card
Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup
No noddin’ off if you know you owe me
Better come and pay me
Better not be a dollar short
I done took the game, put it in a lock
I ain't even try
Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, nigga
You'll die
Comin’ from the bricks, I ain't had shit
Now the new Coupe 125 yeah

Nobody got hit, spin the block again
(yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, something got to give
(Ah, ah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away
So now we gotta chill yeah

Do it for my family, my fans
Fuck how niggas feel
Told 'em it was my turn
I'm guessing that time's here
Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure
If you were not here when we was thuggin'
You can't come 'round here
Hard work, my grind real
I'm dedicated to get this paper
He okay, he's been a hater
I don't know why he mad at me
I won't let the youngins take him off
And now he mad at me
He better be lucky that I ain't
Out here just bad rappin'
High speed, gettin' in low gear
Streets taught me have no fear
I invested in the West
Their niggas know I've sold my dope there
Pretty pussy, no hair
She don't like when I put it in my song
So I can't go there
But she know I like to go there

Nobody got hit, spin the block again
(yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, something got to give
(yeah, yeah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away
So now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I
Told 'em that I got a mil'
You can get whatever if you ask me
You ain't gotta steal
My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons
Feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a
Vibe and that shit give me chills

What's happenin', Chi Chi?