Line Em' Up Lyrics

Spit this shit

Can't get nothing realer

Call up Kane

Tell him get the millimeter

I spin that nigga

Riding round two seater

He screaming baby

Tell him call him Justin Bieber

To save him

Got the receipts

Call no one

Get to paging

Your daddy on the line

Dry him out

Yeah he aging

Singing ghetto gospels

Only Jesus could save him

Ain't no space for deceased

Niggas from Jupiter

Yeah he really stupider

If he think he from the streets

So much bitches trying to play

They for keeps

I could see from your snaps

I could see from your streaks

Keep it PG and keep it in the sheets

Five niggas done smash

And they from the same streets

How you think I could back you

When you on the back street

Singing out your soul

Like you apart of black street

In the backseat

My niggas swing through like taxi

Dress them up

Yeah they wearing maxi

Red dress cause the blood finna drip

How the nigga bleeding

Thought he was crip

Dip in he gyal

Yeah he do it like a chip

My boy tell me that

Say your crabby smell like fish

Must be need a pamper

Cause I hear you like to piss

But you ain't got no pot

To pee in

Fuck the beat for no reason

Shaking it up like a season packet

Keeping it cool so I wear my jacket

I tote the strap

Yeah I drive automatic

Keeping it cool

I had to run

I finish school

Might go back

Or do interview

Lil kids do intervention

Always wear protection

To help the prevention

Congrats ain't got to mention

No kid or baby shower

Stack this corn

To the Eiffel tower

Move round here

But y'all moving sour

Squeeze the trigger

Take you to the higher power

Devour

Your soul like gold

Why you changing colors

Drop the fake niggas

He had the wrong brothers

Too many men

Fifty cent told your mother

Put it in the gutter

Your mind full a shit

Smooth like butter

But your brother took your bitch

Salty ass lil niggas

Got to call them lil fish

Why you counting on me

Must be running out of money

I ain't big

So I can't be a dummy

Hungry ass nigga

Better watch they tummy

Coming for my plate

But can't break no bread

Too many bullets

I'll break it to your head

Like a vase

I run that track like a race

Tay K keep it cool

Till it was to late

But I keep this breech with me

Till this day

Rap so much ain't nothing else to say

But I ain't gone stop

Till I really getting paid

Three mansions

And another one to stay

Might give one away

For the bank to go cray

Let these hoes know

I really don't play

I could go acapella

But I ain't gone do it

They done know I is pressure

I ain't like to brag

Cause it sound like a lecture

Did really hate school

Had to bury it like treasure

I got gold on my mind

Like a real gold mine

Finna put it on my wrist

Cause money is time

Better drop distractions

When it come to your grind

Really get dark

When it's your time to shine

Rapping for so long

Short ass beat

Finna' do ten minute song

Feel like Stormzy'

Yeah this what I mean

When you hear KKG

You just think MTB

UC da vision

I ain't never industry

Money fall a lot

Like it coming from a tree

Dropping hella' songs

Almost every other week

Got to hold me back

Like a bedroom bully

Yeah I really finna' stretch it

Straight the end

Yeah straight to the point

Burn that nigga

Like he do a joint

Mix this drink

Like a dirty potion

Dirty sprite

Yeah I stay with the motion

Salty hoes

Come straight from the ocean

Get off my dick

If you ain't got no lotion

Your daddy outside

Making hell a commotion

But I finna' speed off

Done with the beat

Cause you niggas beat off

Weird ass hoes

Like to think that I soft

Till I knock them out

Cause they pissing me off

Use the word like three times already

Chef these up

Like spaghetti

Can't stand you hoes

So I walk on you

Red bottoms

Cause the blood still new