Lyrics:
Tell me what u want tell me what u need
Tell me what it is that u want from me
Got Distractions on the line they be callin' me
I got money on my mind
like nah bitch You Yucky
I'm like nah bitch you yucky
Got another on the line and she begging to suck me
Back of the line if you ain't dying to love me
dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'
Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracks
Rather you than me, here come that payback
Got 'em
Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you up
I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage
Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics
We came from
Southside
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Let me just say this out the gate
I'm that nigga everybody love to hate
I'm
baby-mama trippin' and that bitch can shoot
You gon' let me hit or nah?
"Can I get the dick or nah?"
You gon' let me watch you strip or nah?
"Can a bitch get
minutes left
Running out of time
Sixteen, sixteen, sixteen more minutes
It's on the line
Sixteen, sixteen, sixteen minutes left
Gotta get it done
the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line
cuisine feens, number one love for thugs queens sceamin on cream
my whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars
Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind
Nigga respect this heat
When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty I'ma blow they
time
Don't fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines
Go baya baya when I shoot 'em
Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot
Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you up
I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage
Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics
We came from
Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind
Nigga respect this heat
When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty I'ma blow they
the burner, wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat 'til
die all the time shoot at your momma
Kill your pops every time they
Come 'cross the line
I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac
I live the life of crime
I'm
cocked it back and we was blastin'
Wgen we could smoke, we pulled off with yo sacks, laughin'
If we get chose
We goin' on the same line
Boxin'
stop"
Junkies been on my line fa too long "ill never stop"
I been on the road fa too long "I'll never stop"
Been smoking strong fa too long
"I'll never
a couple seconds
But
Index to the ring dawg
Read between the lines
Know you mad cuz you know I don't try
Ain't too many people really by my side
But I'm
press a pussy nigga if he outta line
Shawty bad she a 10 that right there a dime
Check my wrist apple watch running out of time
Pour my drink lot
I'm gonna eats aint playing no games
Aint no trick or treat
Trying shoot from your head to your fuckin feet
But the laws shut it down
That's just how
I'm gonna eats aint playing no games
Aint no trick or treat
Trying shoot from your head to your fuckin feet
But the laws shut it down
That's just how
I ain't sane no more
A nigga tryna spit the truth they tell me say no more
These the lines I don't save no more
Silver platters we don't want that
how to flex
No I'm not boomin 'but I'll shoot another text
I be ballin so we turn up
Fly to Cali Arizona
Please hit my line cause ima loner
Hop
aching to the max, putting my heart on line to be broken
Full bottles of my tears, my heart was on the line then you cut it
Why did you that? how could you
(Huh) can't leave these pretty bitches lone
See they gone hit my line now maybe it's Maybelline
Making these plays just like the wide out(Huh) so you
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