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