On The Line lyrics

[Verse 1]
Looked both ways 'for I hopped in the streets, I ain't see none of you n*ggas
Grandma told me try to keep the peace, f*ck all that I'm running up on you n*ggas
Please don't think you can't get touched lil n*gga
It's Q Da Fool and I'll crush a lil n*gga
n*ggas act tough til' they see me in person
b*tch, I'm the truth, I'm really living these verses
Robbed the n*gga, found out he ain't even serving
Just another internet n*gga purpin'
ARP, put that boy outta service
Might just pull up at his funeral service
All my young n*gga do is rob, so he starting to feel like he work for it
Show the little b*tch my show money, n*gga hell 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 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 f*ck n*ggas fake, man these f*ck n*ggas 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 killing my n*ggas 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 "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 n*ggas ain't never falling off, that sh*t for hoes
But you gotta watch these n*ggas 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*gga working hard
I feel like I'm boutta be next
These n*ggas is b*tches, please don't make me bar
They see me them n*ggas 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*ggas 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*gga don't think he gon fight me
I stay clipped, n*gga 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 "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