On The Line

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Looked both ways 'for I hopped in the streets, I ain't see none of you niggas Grandma told me try to keep the peace, fuck all that I'm running up on you niggas Please don't think you can't get touched lil nigga It's Q Da Fool and I'll crush a lil nigga Niggas act tough til' they see me in person Bitch, I'm the truth, I'm really living these verses Robbed the nigga, found out he ain't even serving Just another internet nigga purpin' ARP, put that boy outta service Might just pull up at his funeral service All my young nigga do is rob, so he starting to feel like he work for it Show the little bitch my show money, nigga hell yeah, the bitch fucked for it This a Porsche, bitch, not a Ford Today, bitch, I just might do time for it White and black [?] this a Concord Fuck school, I'm not a Sophomore I'm in the streets like some [?] Ferrari with the butterfly doors In the trenches in all white like a trap lord When I shoot I score I don't do no backboard I need Watch Busters for these busters These fuck niggas fake, man these fuck niggas tickin' Pimped you bitch out like fuck it I'm trickin' These rappers acting like a fucking audition If you talkin' bout the best my name must be in it Made a lot of money out my grandmother kitchen Make a million, can't wait to say we did it Trapping and killing my niggas be with it [Hook] On the line I put everything on the line If you need some drugs hit my line 25 for a P, I ain't lying No, I ain't lying Whatchu buy? Hopped out the car on your bitch, she like "Damn, that's what you drive?" She on my line, I ain't lying Pop a Xan, pour a line No, I ain't lying [Verse 2] I'ma stay ten toes Me and my niggas ain't never falling off, that shit for hoes But you gotta watch these niggas man, you never know Can't have these bitches in my business man, cause them hoes'll let 'em know Free Lil Mar, heard you screaming black Pounds on the plane, yeah that's a bet That molly got a young nigga working hard I feel like I'm boutta be next These niggas is bitches, please don't make me bar They see me them niggas be [?] I got the Mak with the grip Why you lyin' cuz that's not what it is 500 rounds how we slidin' Check on your head like you work for Verizon You niggas not working, y'all not exercising I like to rap, but the streets is my talent I do this by myself I don't need a stylist Snake on the Gucci, I hope it don't bite me I stay strapped up, stay tooled up I hope that nigga don't think he gon fight me I stay clipped, nigga no missing I hope these police don't come and indite me I got water like a motherfuckin' Pisces I know I'm fly, bitch, you don't got to cise me But if I get locked up, bitch can you please write me I just fucked my bitch in a loft Rich shootas ain't taking no loss I'm on a beach in Lacoste I gotta make the swerve when he call [Hook] On the line I put everything on the line If you need some drugs hit my line 25 for a P, I ain't lying No, I ain't lying Whatchu buy? Hopped out the car on your bitch, she like "Damn, that's what you drive?" She on my line, I ain't lying Pop a Xan, pour a line No, I ain't lying