q da fool - on the line lyrics
[verse 1]
looked both ways ‘for i hopped in the streets, i ain’t see none of you n-gg-s
grandma told me try to keep the peace, f-ck all that i’m running up on you n-gg-s
please don’t think you can’t get touched lil n-gg-
it’s q da fool and i’ll crush a lil n-gg-
n-gg-s act tough til’ they see me in person
b-tch, i’m the truth, i’m really living these verses
robbed the n-gg-, found out he ain’t even serving
just another internet n-gg- purpin’
arp, put that boy outta service
might just pull up at his funeral service
all my young n-gg- do is rob, so he starting to feel like he work for it
show the little b-tch my show money, n-gg- h-ll yeah, the b-tch f-cked for it
this a porsche, b-tch, not a ford
today, b-tch, i just might do time for it
white and black [?] this a concord
f-ck school, i’m not a soph-m-re
i’m in the streets like some [?]
ferrari with the b-tterfly 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 f-ck n-gg-s fake, man these f-ck n-gg-s tickin’
pimped you b-tch out like f-ck it i’m trickin’
these rappers acting like a f-cking 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 k!lling my n-gg-s 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 b-tch, she like “d-mn, 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 n-gg-s ain’t never falling off, that shit for hoes
but you gotta watch these n-gg-s man, you never know
can’t have these b-tches 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 n-gg- working hard
i feel like i’m boutta be next
these n-gg-s is b-tches, please don’t make me bar
they see me them n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg- don’t think he gon fight me
i stay clipped, n-gg- no missing
i hope these police don’t come and indite me
i got water like a motherf-ckin’ pisces
i know i’m fly, b-tch, you don’t got to cise me
but if i get locked up, b-tch can you please write me
i just f-cked my b-tch 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 b-tch, she like “d-mn, that’s what you drive?”
she on my line, i ain’t lying
pop a xan, pour a line
no, i ain’t lying
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