Line Up

[Intro: MGM Lett]
Seff got the waves
Ouuuuuh yeah yeah

[Chorus: MGM Lett]
$100 dollar line ups, im in the hood im pourin' hunnid dollar lines up
I know some bitches who will fuck you for designer
No i dont skate like tony hawk i am a grinder
Flew a nigga bitch now she so fucked now he can't find her
Came from the bottom but i climbed up
He tried to rob me but i shot him not giving minds up
No i dont skate but im a grinder
Im about my cake you try to take me you get fired up, "yeah yeah"

[Verse 1: MGM Lett]
In the trap i earned my stripes
Niggas mad cuz im rappin' bout my life
No i do not want your debt fuck your high five
Theres some youngins take no mask when they gon slide
All i do is say the word then you gon bite
All i do is make one call then i make you stop breathin
I can drop the price for crop season
Im not any old but i get p's in
I swear all i do is hustle and flow they ain't let me in i bustin the door
I done see a wife cheat on her husband im not trustin no hoe
I done got some bad weed in but it was a must that it go
Still got it gone but told my plug make sure it musty fosho
Yeah yeah they had they chance but now there time up

[Chorus: MGM Lett]
$100 dollar line ups, im in the hood pourin' hunnid dollar lines up
I know some bitches who be fucking for designer
No i dont skate like tony hawk but i am a grinder
Flew a nigga bitch now she so fucked now he can't find her
Came from the bottom but i climbed up
He tried to rob me but i shot him not giving minds up
No i dont skate but im a grinder
Im about my cake you try to take me you get fired up, "yeah yeah"

[Verse 2: MGM Lett]
Head shot like an ID Days low let a nigga try me
Long talks wit god like why me had to see a clearer view like visine
Had to realize that a young nigga blessed
Took a bullet in my thigh and i took one to my chest
Half an inch a way so close to my heart
Had to let them know i won't go like rosa park
My hood you can't go to at the dark
If they lookin for me they know where to find me
Bitch im cross the track i am not hiding
Smokin out the bag im feelin highly
All the bad bitches on my line know
I might go to bed and get a

[Chorus: MGM Lett]
$100 dollar line ups, im in the hood pourin' hunnid dollar lines up
I know some bitches who be fucking for designer
No i dont skate like tony hawk but im a grinder
Flew a nigga bitch now she so fucked now he can't find her
Came from the bottom but i climbed up
He tried to rob me but i shot him not giving minds up
No i dont skate but im a grinder
Im about my cake you try to take me you get fired up, "yeah yeah"