On My Line

Look it, Hey, look it Baby on my line like a coke head She keep saying I'm the man I already know that I ain't trying to hold hands I ain't with the romance Aye throw some ass lil bitch I ain't trying to slow dance You ain't got no bread stay home I don't want no head Hit that road and uh uh And made like 4 bands Come and get yo boy Before we trip on bro n them We ain't gotta tell em wassup They already knowin it What's his name? Lil Weirdo The Great Little foo but I'm slamming shit like I'm Nate I'm with the shit homie And I'm bout my cake Run shit like a point But you can catch me in the paint Look, I'm bout a bag Where it at? I'm on the way Look, aye where he at? I'm on his ass when I'm in his face Fake ass trappin' n shit is up for the take And he know better then to step in my lane Hey lil baby, how you doin? Seen you from over there And I like it how you move it She acting all boujee Tell that bitch keep it moving Coulda had your chance lil bitch That's how you lose it I ain't gon chase that hoe I like groupies Let me put my iPhone out and make movies I like em with their hair in a bun And with the hoop rings I don't want no goodie goodie bitch I want a hoochie Baby on my line like a coke head She keep saying I'm the man I already know that I ain't trying to hold hands I ain't with the romance Aye throw some ass lil bitch I ain't trying to slow dance You ain't got no bread stay home I don't want no head Hit that road and uh uh And made like 4 bands Come and get yo boy Before we trip on bro n them We ain't gotta tell em wassup They already knowin it Baby got that whip let's take a trip I'm on that road again Im the one giving out game These foos soaking it Stop asking bout old friends Them foos hoes man Full time thuggin' But I'm the part-time dope man Playa from the mob I'm with it and bout a dolla Aye they know it's problem when they see the impala And while they second guessing this shit Like they got a option In my city I'm the hottest But I really get it popping Aye he a rat, he all bad He ain't getting far You know what happened to the last security guards Catch me posted up in the ghetto But I still live large You know I drive a bucket But still get in the car I do the dash on they ass Fugitive at large Fly shit like I left earth and landed in mars Hit that g ride we just taking the parts And he ain't got no hustle No one letting him starve Baby on my line like a coke head She keep saying I'm the man I already know that I ain't trying to hold hands I ain't with the romance Aye throw some ass lil bitch I ain't trying to slow dance You ain't got no bread stay home I don't want no head Hit that road and uh uh And made like 4 bands Come and get yo boy Before we trip on bro n them We ain't gotta tell em wassup They already knowin it