Frontline lyrics

[Intro]
Kim J ballin' on these hoes, huh?
Yung Ting, you goin' crazy

[Verse 1]
Promise I won't fall for no sucka sh*t (Never)
And if you talkin' murder then we lovin' it
But your street cred don't mean sh*t when it's over with (When it's over with)
'Cause them white folks only know you by your government
But it's forever f*ck them n*ggas
We still at war about that other sh*t
I should've never trust them n*ggas
But he gon' get it just for the f*ckin' with me
'Cause I ain't got it I ain't your dog no more
Watchin' you f*ckin' with me
I told him hitta slide, I don't know where I'm felling lucky (I'm felling lucky)

[Chorus]
If you catch a n*gga on that frontline then you bust it
One shooter just came home from doin' time, he kinda rusty
Connie told me, "You gotta take your time, why you rushin'?"
And through the truth I see a bunch of lies, I don't trust it
And it was hard times, bills late
Gotta make somethin' shake
Chi Chi whip it out and cook right in my face
And you know I ain't lyin', a n*gga play
He go down in broad day
Tryna put a pus*y n*gga in his place
[Verse 2]
I'm tryna send a pus*y n*gga outta space
Heaven gates, Chevy straight
CP3 okay, and Baby Tay grade
He can go down anytime, any place it ain't safe
A lotta sh*t I won't say
Tell them n*ggas dig up they graves
My n*ggas military mind, they won't slide without them K's
Lil' one steppin' for them Jays
He catch it I'm sendin' plays
I told him if you catch him, you stretch him, I'm in a rage
And this some sh*t he do off the love, ain't 'bout to pay
Say this some sh*t he do for the fun, knock off his face
I got different hoes tellin' me, they love me outta state
And no we don't go on dates
I can't let 'em catch me, slippin' out with bae
'Cause you know we done caught 'em sleepin' with his babies

[Chorus]
If you catch a n*gga on that frontline then you bust it
One shooter just came home from doin' time, he kinda rusty
Connie told me, "You gotta take your time, why you rushin'?"
And through the truth I see a bunch of lies, I don't trust it
And it was hard times, bills late
Gotta make somethin' shake
Chi Chi whip it out and cook right in my face
And you know I ain't lyin', a n*gga play
He go down in broad day
Tryna put a pus*y n*gga in his place
[Outro]
I'm tryna send a pus*y n*gga outta space
Heaven gates, Chevy straight
CP3 okay, and Baby Tay grade
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm, I need that, hmm