Cross The Line

[Intro]
Now, this one is a party tune
I got my nigga Blue, I got my nigga [?]
And we 'bout to shake these hoes up
Y'knah'mean?
And it goes somethin' like this
Ready? One, two, three, bounce, check it out

[Verse 1]
Yo, all my niggas [?] these racks up
Feel the rap that smash tracks, yo
That's us, wavin' 'em dubs, hollerin' at fat sluts
Crack up the Henny and Remy and roll a fat blunt
Anybody not feelin' the clique can lick fat nuts
Catch us, and [?] and black chucks
Any chicken lookin' at me finna get her ass plucked (Her ass plucked)
I'm only givin' two options to wack punks:
Yo' ass can back down (Down) or yo' ass can back up (Back up)
So if you feelin' like a jack truck, got the punk shorty for the body
Leave yo' ass gassed up (Gassed up)
Someone at the party, Bacardi, a [?]
Wit' a beat for that ass and I don't tag up
Blaze beats with my raps that'll rob fags up
Base beats so bad, it leave yo' sleakers cracked up (Cracked up)
So back up in this bitch, we back up in this bitch
All the acts and metros and clique (We good)

[Hook]
This one made your delying quarter
A block from a crew through designed schemes
I might have to pull the .9 click
But the girl, [?] for your eyes
One made your delying quarter
A block from a crew through designed schemes
I might have to pull the .9 click
But the girl, [?] for your eyes

[Verse 2]

Finishing later, may never finish idk