Songtexte

I drew a line in the sand If you crossing that line then you must wanna die Ain't no copping no pleas Or no waving no flags When we see you it's up in the sky Don't get caught ona internet running ya mouth You gon fuck aroun' run into god Letta fuck nigga Touch one of mines Kanye west You be touching the sky. You can Hate it or love it I'm so far above it It don't really matter to me & my cousin We went to get 6 but we left w a dozen Niggas be talking but niggas be bluffing Said I just been paper chasing getting money I do what I gotta do Niggas don't like you but follow you Crazy what money & clout a do Ima stay solid thru whatever obstacle I just been working on me & shit Tryna turn 1 into 3 & shit How is you posed to compete w it Niggas wan know what my secret is Right at the top of the beat when it be like saif & shit Picking my teeth w rapper These niggas be sweet as shit (Breath) I gotta breathe & Shit I'm ina whole nother league & shit Come out ya teeth & shit Then we gon put hands & feet on shit West side Small block Big dog Yea I give them niggas a voice All season long I got my foot on they neck & I'm not giving niggas a choice Pardon me please I know it's hard to believe This shit like harden for 3 They let the dog off the leash Bitch I'm w the wolf Don't it sound like starving for sheep One in the Head Running the red Fuck niggas dont be standing on nun' They be running instead Running & Scared Show me the cash Show me the bag Fuck nigga ima show you the flash If you showing ya ass Gun & a mask One in the Head Running the red Fuck niggas dont be standing on nun' They be running instead Running & Scared Show me the cash Show me the bag Fuck nigga ima show you the flash If you showing ya ass Gun & a mask I come from the pavement Cook and shave shit Then be giving out beige shit The top where im based at Its amazing I was just in the basement Now bitches want taste me Body pinky but her face like she asian If niggas wanna hate me Its okay see Give em standing ovation Fuck is you talking bout Nigga i call the shots & I get all them shot If we in it We log em out We throw it They chalk em out Heavy like juggernaut Watch ya mouth What that talk about Popping shit like you oughta But nigga ya oughta not Niggas food we can order out Know that semin be auto when I send the order out Up there Stuck there I was damned down I got fans now & Im having cheers for the cheers Used to cop pairs with my peers But you fuck niggas be weird (They Do) Guess it gotta stay like that Before i got paid right rap These niggas aint have shit to say like that Niggas find friends when they find M's Thousands aintn even got M's Treat the studio like a jail cell Spit it real well Nigga locked in Been that way before they got Tim We was praying that he got Ten But he boxed in Now his glocks in If a opp spin We got options Yeah One in the Head Running the red Fuck niggas dont be standing on nun' They be running instead Running & Scared Show me the cash Show me the bag Fuck nigga ima show you the flash If you showing ya ass Gun & a mask One in the Head Running the red Fuck niggas dont be standing on nun' They be running instead Running & Scared Show me the cash Show me the bag Fuck nigga ima show you the flash If you showing ya ass Gun & a mask
Writer(s): Amir Burnley, Kyle Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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