Lines With Lonze

[Intro]
(lonzetheking)
Good lookin', Lonze
(lonzetheking)

[Verse]
We was in Vegas, me and K, pourin' lines with Lonze
Shit talkin', it's comin' off my head, I can't write a line
If I get locked, I'ma keep my mouth closed, you'd probably drop a dime
Went to Hutch and bought a chain, spent ten thousand, that's the only time I dropped a dime
I was probably sixteen years old when I first shot a 9
I got an eight of Morton Grove, seven of Tris, and a six of PAI
I was 'bout to pour a four up, but I poured a five
Shot three niggas with the same gun, two died and only one survived
Call my phone if you send a message and I don't reply
Caught a casе, I got that bitch dismissed, I gave the lawyеr five
Catch a flight, or should I hit the road? Shit, I can't decide
If I hit the road, I'ma take somebody with me 'cause I hate to drive
Smokin' on some weed from **** that you ain't gon' find
I ain't gon' lie, if you try to shop, you gon' hate the price
Purple weed he got stronger than a bitch, that's somethin' I can't deny
I got some money that's older than me that says "made in '89"
Me and my niggas split a pint of Wock'—
Me and my niggas split a pint of Wock', he sellin' his and I'm savin' mine
I ain't sellin' not an ounce out my bottle, I'm drinkin' every line
After it's all gone, I'ma be lookin' for more, I do this all the time
Spent a couple thousand dollars just to nod off, this a rich high
A deuce of Tris mixed with a deuce of Morton in one pop, I get big high
I might pour a deuce in a twenty-ounce pop, I don't sip light
I ain't gon' lie, the last nigga got popped tryna fistfight
Was shoppin', told 'em don't worry about me, get everything that my bitch like
Buy so much shit, came home, looked up in my closet, bought that shit twice
Got a sale at the South, told him I'll be there shortly, just sit tight
Nigga got caught with some shit and got out the next day, it just don't sit right
Rule number five, you ain't supposed to boom in the crib where you live, right?
I still trapped it out
Told my dog I'm done sellin'— I had mapped it out
Sellin' everything for the high, you can ask around
They discontinued it in 2014, but it's still Act' around
Got caught with two straps before I could get my CPL, but it's still tools around
Stopped fuckin' 'round, everybody say I'm losin' out
Bought a crib, but shit gettin' old, so I'm movin' out
Ain't talkin' 'bout no pills when I say it's some blues around
Smoke too motherfuckin' much, I could use some pounds
I was gettin' money, but shit was gettin' hot, I had to switch my route
I remember times I was petty hustlin' tryna flip an ounce
If I try to add all the money I spent on lean, shit, I couldn't count
Spent a thousand last week, five hundred, fuck, it's a big amount
If I try to add the weed with it, it'd probably be a couple million dollars
I get irritated, it fuck my head up to even think about it
Antisocial, it took a minute to feel like I need somebody
GrindHard, did everything on my own, I don't need nobody
Everybody got they hand out, when I was fucked up, I ain't see nobody
When I got on, I put all my niggas on, I ain't leave nobody