On The Line

[Verse 1]
Looked both ways 'for I hopped in the streets, I ain't see none of you niggas
Grandma told me try to keep the peace, fuck all that I'm running up on you niggas
Please don't think you can't get touched lil nigga
It's Q Da Fool and I'll crush a lil nigga
Niggas act tough til' they see me in person
Bitch, I'm the truth, I'm really living these verses
Robbed the nigga, found out he ain't even serving
Just another internet nigga purpin'
ARP, put that boy outta service
Might just pull up at his funeral service
All my young nigga do is rob, so he starting to feel like he work for it
Show the little bitch my show money, nigga hell yeah, the bitch fucked for it
This a Porsche, bitch, not a Ford
Today, bitch, I just might do time for it
White and black [?] this a Concord
Fuck school, I'm not a Sophomore
I'm in the streets like some [?]
Ferrari with the butterfly doors
In the trenches in all white like a trap lord
When I shoot I score I don't do no backboard
I need Watch Busters for these busters
These fuck niggas fake, man these fuck niggas tickin'
Pimped you bitch out like fuck it I'm trickin'
These rappers acting like a fucking audition
If you talkin' bout the best my name must be in it
Made a lot of money out my grandmother kitchen
Make a million, can't wait to say we did it
Trapping and killing my niggas be with it

[Hook]
On the line
I put everything on the line
If you need some drugs hit my line
25 for a P, I ain't lying
No, I ain't lying
Whatchu buy?
Hopped out the car on your bitch, she like "Damn, that's what you drive?"
She on my line, I ain't lying
Pop a Xan, pour a line
No, I ain't lying

[Verse 2]
I'ma stay ten toes
Me and my niggas ain't never falling off, that shit for hoes
But you gotta watch these niggas man, you never know
Can't have these bitches in my business man, cause them hoes'll let 'em know
Free Lil Mar, heard you screaming black
Pounds on the plane, yeah that's a bet
That molly got a young nigga working hard
I feel like I'm boutta be next
These niggas is bitches, please don't make me bar
They see me them niggas be [?]
I got the Mak with the grip
Why you lyin' cuz that's not what it is
500 rounds how we slidin'
Check on your head like you work for Verizon
You niggas not working, y'all not exercising
I like to rap, but the streets is my talent
I do this by myself I don't need a stylist
Snake on the Gucci, I hope it don't bite me
I stay strapped up, stay tooled up
I hope that nigga don't think he gon fight me
I stay clipped, nigga no missing
I hope these police don't come and indite me
I got water like a motherfuckin' Pisces
I know I'm fly, bitch, you don't got to cise me
But if I get locked up, bitch can you please write me
I just fucked my bitch in a loft
Rich shootas ain't taking no loss
I'm on a beach in Lacoste
I gotta make the swerve when he call

[Hook]
On the line
I put everything on the line
If you need some drugs hit my line
25 for a P, I ain't lying
No, I ain't lying
Whatchu buy?
Hopped out the car on your bitch, she like "Damn, that's what you drive?"
She on my line, I ain't lying
Pop a Xan, pour a line
No, I ain't lying