Frontline

Kim J ballin' on these hoes, huh? Yung Ting, you goin' crazy I promise I won't fall for no sucka shit (never) And if you talkin' murder then we lovin' it But your street cred don't mean shit When it's over with (when it's over with) 'Cause them white folks only know you by your government And it's forever fuck them niggas We still at war about that other shit I should've never trust them niggas But he gon' get it just for the fuckin' with me 'Cause I ain't got it, I ain't your dawg no more Watchin' you fuckin' with me I told him here to slide, I don't know where I'm finna lay (finna lay) If you catch a nigga on that frontline then you buss One shooter just came home from doin' time, he kinda rusty Connie told me "You gotta take your time, why you rushin'?" And through the truth I see a bunch of lies, I don't trust it And it was hard times, bills late Gotta make somethin' shake Chi Chi whip it out and cook right in my face And they know I ain't lyin', a nigga play He go down in broad day Tryna put a pussy nigga in his place I'm tryna send a pussy nigga outer space Heaven gates, Chevy straight CP3 okay, and Baby Tay grade He can go down anytime, any place that I say A lotta shit I won't say Tell them niggas dig up their grave My niggas military minded, they won't slide without them K's Lil' one steppin' for them J's He catch it I'm sendin' plans I told him if you catch him, you stretch him, I'm in the Wraith And this some shit he do off the love, ain't 'bout to pay Say this the shit he do for the fun, knock off his face I got different hoes tellin' me they love me out the state And no we don't go on dates I can't let 'em catch me, slippin' out with bae 'Cause you know we done caught 'em sleepin' with his babies If you catch a nigga on that frontline then you buss One shooter just came home from doin' time, he kinda rusty Connie told me "You gotta take your time, why you rushin'?" And through the truth I see a bunch of lies, I don't trust it And it was hard times, bills late Gotta make somethin' shake Chi Chi whip it out and cook right in my face And they know I ain't lyin', a nigga play He go down in broad day Tryna put a pussy nigga in his place I'm tryna send a pussy nigga outta space Heaven gates, Chevy straight CP3 okay, and baby tell your grade