Line Em

Think I might pop two thirties I gotta jam in a hurry Shooting that stick like I'm Curry Remember that bitch tried to curve me She hit my phone when she heard me Fuck what they say It won't hurt me I need that cake like desert me Don't leave me lone don't desert me Boy don't end up on that gurney Boy don't end up on that gur Don't try em He talking shit I don't mind em He out of line gotta line em He ain't on shit I remind em Play hide and seek we goin find em Get him and the nigga behind em We lay em down we recline em Brodie pushed up with the stick right beside em Bitch I'm a boss I can sign em If you not ready to die then don't try em He wanna piece of the pie I deny em No ducking shots Make em regret he a opp I'm on my way to the top Stick in the box Baaaa Look now his stomach in knots Try to get one up on me I think not Want us to stop I know its a lot My time is coming I stare at the clock If not then the trap all I got Uhh Designer trapping the junkies ask me for drip We was taught if you get money you make It flip I need that out of state pac so I take a trip Talk to God while I ride around with this shit Think I might pop two thirties I gotta jam in a hurry Shooting that stick like I'm Curry Remember that bitch tried to curve me She hit my phone when she heard me Fuck what they say It won't hurt me I need that cake like desert me Don't leave me lone don't desert me Boy don't end up on that gurney Boy don't end up on that gur Don't try em He talking shit I don't mind em He out of line gotta line em He ain't on shit I remind em Play hide and seek we goin find em Get him and the nigga behind em We lay em down we recline em