Walk That Line Lyrics

I'm in this bitch and I'm feeling like Wayne

Finna step on shit and change up the game

Hop onna track and put innat pain

When I'm done they gon know a nigga name

Lil bra I already told you how I'm coming, behind all the women I'm loving I'm dumping

I told you you can die for all that faking and pumping

I'm really quick to get to get this shit bussing

Don't even let me get to thinking that you thinking bout clutching

Lil dummy imma hit at his mother fucking muffin

He wasn't like that then he shouldn't have been bluffing

Imma respectful young nigga I don't even be cussing

But don't ever think that it's light or it's nothing.

You mad but you can chill on that huffing and puffing,

I can't get yo ass right then I'm sending my cousins,

When these bullets get to spinning it'll have yo ears buzzing

Keep walking down that line lil baby

Keep walking

Swear to god you so fine lil lady

So fine

Gotta make yo ass mine lil mama

Make you mine

Let me show you how to run up these commas

God damn

I'm facing it front I'm never turning back like back in the day these hoes can get smacked

how you been at it for years and still ain't on track

Can't wait to put me and my niggas onna map

All of the men in this bitch It's a reason we rap

This shit bout the money this shit bout the stacks

They get one of mines trust imma get back

They think shit sweet till they up inna pack

Safe to say just leave him alone

He do better when he all on his own

Just needed to some time to write up my wrongs

Now you hear it when I'm cranking these songs

Wassup with these niggas why they can't get along

You mad at a nigga that never did you wrong

God damn why this shit just ain't adding up

All your bad decisions just keep piling up

Keep walking down that line lil baby

Keep walking

Swear to god you so fine lil lady

So fine

Gotta make yo ass mine lil mama

Make you mine

Let me show you how to run up these commas

God damn

I'm in this bitch and I'm feeling like Wayne

Finna step on shit and change up the game

Hop onna track and put innat pain

When I'm done they gon know a nigga name

Lil bra I already told you how I'm coming, behind all the women I'm loving I'm dumping

I told you you can die for all that faking and pumping

I'm really quick to get to get this shit bussing

Don't even let me get to thinking that you thinking bout clutching

Lil dummy imma hit at his mother fucking muffin

He wasn't like that then he shouldn't have been bluffing

Imma respectful young nigga I don't even be cussing

But don't ever think that it's light or it's nothing.

You mad but you can chill on that huffing and puffing,

I can't get yo ass right then I'm sending my cousins,

When these bullets get to spinning it'll have yo ears buzzing