Don’t Come For A Line

[Chorus]
Nobody dead? Tell my shooters spin again
LV boots we ain't doing Timberland
Took a flight to the plug, don't do middlemen
Probably made a quarter million just calling up phenergan
Who at the door? Not money, don't let him in
Pockets cripping they asking what set I'm in, I'm a Grincher baby not a gentleman
Tracking the packs coming from Switzerland
VV's water, when the gang pull up, start drizzling
My shooter stop and pop, he ain't with the dribbling
Told me sign for my meds then I get to scribbling
We got the doggie, that don't do the nibbling
Glit got a switch, won't aim, still hit him and him
Running down my Louis, we don't do the Timberland
No less than an eight in my trap that's thе minimum

[Verse 1:Big Yaya]
So don't come for a line
Why you wasting my time?
Got it out thе mud I deserve to shine
I'm tired of [?]
I told ya'll the lifestyle
Nigga you just rhyme
You tryna copy watch and try and give me time
Told my daughter we gon make it out give me time
It's a matter of time that the game mine
I done came a long way from serving dimes
You know your trap jumping when it make a line
Try to run up this glizzy make him rewind
[?] now he fine
Poppin these percs, like I got a bad spine
Told her drop the mata, I don't want the hyme
Close the backdoor then snake 'em from behind
I'm grinchin' yeah I call it grime
Real Grinchanista, she ain't scared of doing crime
I would still see the money, even if I was blind
I walk in your trap, make the shit mine
I was broke, I came back with ten lines
I was broke, still told the plug I was fine
One phone, this a hundred-thousand-dollar line
I'll sell this shit for a 50
OG in the kitchen whippin' [?]
Type 2 liter, shit my fuck with my kidney
Fuck a strip, need a pharmacist with me
When everybody left, my phone was the only one with me
These niggas and bitches they all fake
They [?] I took em on a chase
Living fast, like I'm trying race
Say she don't give mata, had to press erase

[Chorus]
Nobody dead? Tell my shooters spin again
LV boots we ain't doing Timberland
Took a flight to the plug, don't do middlemen
Probably made a quarter million just calling up phenergan
Who at the door? Not money, don't let him in
Pockets cripping they asking what set I'm in, I'm a Grincher baby not a gentleman
Tracking the packs coming from Switzerland
VV's water, when the gang pull up, start drizzling
My shooter stop and pop, he ain't with the dribbling
Told me sign for my meds then I get to scribbling
We got the doggie, that don't do the nibbling
Glit got a switch, won't aim, still hit him and him
Running down my Louis, we don't do the Timberland
No less than an eight in my trap that's the minimum
So dont...

[Verse 1: GrinchN4$]
I walk in the bank and I scribble a line
40k on the watch that's my type of time
I won't drop a dime but my bitch a dime
My driver gon' shoot up the gun then pass, hot pocket
I might just stop here, and go shopping
These niggas kick doors, they could've been locksmiths
How ima stop here?
My grandmother watching
My crew in the top ten
Bro locked up and they saying he [?]
They want me on the block like I'm selling rocks still
1500 for these shoes that I'm rocking
Got beef with the jewler, they know that I did that
Little [?] but my shooter gon' hit that
Used to write on the wall, now I shop for a painting
VV' coasters, watch where you drinking
Been sipping drink [?]
SG was right, life all about Ben Franklin
These niggas is snakes and my shoe snakeskin
Gold bottle drinking
She don't know my name wanna have my baby
Got niggas that's old friends they wrote statements
100 P's, get them in the suitcases
Dance on the block, I've never been to Vegas
My man stole cars he never drives Mercades
Hate when they say I'm like my Daddy, Daddy ain't raise me
If I leave the trap then who gon pay me
You know Calvin need it all, he got a baby
I bust down the Carti's white, now they racist
I'm dead racist segregated the franklins

[Chorus]
Nobody dead? Tell my shooters spin again
LV boots we ain't doing Timberland
Took a flight to the plug, don't do middlemen
Probably made a quarter million just calling up phenergan
Who at the door? Not money, don't let him in
Pockets cripping they asking what set I'm in, I'm a Grincher baby not a gentleman
Tracking the packs coming from Switzerland
VV's water, when the gang pull up, start drizzling
My shooter stop and pop, he ain't with the dribbling
Told me sign for my meds then I get to scribbling
We got the doggie, that don't do the nibbling
Glit got a switch, won't aim, still hit him and him
Running down my Louis, we don't do the Timberland
No less than an eight in my trap that's the minimum