Line Of Fire Pt. 6 Lyrics
Karlos got that juice
Tell them paigons let’s go
I’m sitting here strapped like I’m facing deathrow
Bad up who? I brought a Uzi
I had drones bring a key of packs on the prison yard like Call of Duty
They wonder what goes on inside of my brain
Run up on me, I’m willing to die for these chains
Now the gang taking pictures in Cancún
Bitch that ain’t a dimple on my face that’s a stab wound
If you’re rich why’s your whip so small?
See my new chain looking like a disco ball
They won’t believe how many keys I pick up in a year
Rolling with a Bunsen burner man will whip up anywhere uh
I ain’t on this fist fighting ting I’m hearing shots
I’ll leave more holes in you than a pair of crocs
I ain’t got no regular sallary
Ahead of my time like number 5 on Umbrella Academy
It’s Nines (Ay)
It’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up
It’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us (ay)
It’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up
It’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us
(This is how we touch it, look)
Jump in like we’re cruising tonight
Wap to the left of me, but I’m using it right
Throw it down like it’s man’s move on a dice
She had a attitude but now she’s getting cool from the ice
Shop caller type, I love all the hype
Ruin every beat when I’m touch all the mics, trap like
Like yo that’s a good ball of light
Now I’m in this place, with these footballers’ wives ay
Next day you hit the booth, press play, full fledge straight
I learnt it the best way
Stretch they ain’t run it up just like it’s leg day
Put a nina under your sink, I had to beg bae
Nah we don’t link up, ’cause if we link up
Pour liquor on the floor we drink up
Girls ask why I grind so much ’cause I think bruck
Got the ting tucked and if I tinged up
Band aid for the diamonds ’cause the bitch cut
Princess, the ting up
Don’t worry ’bout the ring it just brings luck
If we link up, the ting’s stuck
The ground I am under mileage
Cake mob form a queue I’m [Don Q like how a bridge]
If she ain’t on the [keg] no more I’m live by a bitch
Am I a pidge, I fly bricks, desire licks
Anything goes you know just do it Nike ticks
Might take you out depend on tonight flips
Ain’t coming home you know I do night shifts
Fly sniff, only way is up like lifts
(it’s just us, it’s just us)
It’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up
It’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us
(This is Crop Circle yeah? haha)
Drag n***** out of whips (gone)
Fam I shoot people I don’t care about camera pics (Fatz)
Always got it on me so you know I’m bussing every light (come on)
Little bro say he want drive I told him “take the bike” (take that one)
“You better drive past the block and then you take the right” (yes)
My little n**** said he scored I said I done it twice
‘Cause I be laughing at these little n***** flicking out Rambos
‘Cause if I back it out they be sweeter than a mango
Made a killing in the bando had a maccy in the kennels
How much time I done the mazzer top bins pre my medals
I be counting all my blessings while you n***** counting sheckles
You know Fatz be outside with the killers crime rebels and it’s us (CSB, crime scene)
It’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up
It’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us (ay)
It’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up, it’s just up
It’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us
I got a thousand grams of flake that needs to hit the stove (let’s go)
I play the streets like it’s ball I’m doing give and go (okay)
I wear some air ones that’s old make them think I’m broke (okay)
I know I’m straight soon as I see the rock sinking the boat (woah)
And my shorty hate the smell but she don’t know (she don’t know)
My kid love the gush but he don’t know
The shit daddy did just to glow
Stick up key on stove bricks when shit was slow
I prayed to blow and end up with a brick of blow (outside)
I jump out with that semi don’t get in that line of fire (woah)
To joints on the glide that’s game decider (let’s go)
N***** think it’s just rap but it’s still that in person
Catch me working bro I sold more bricks than Travis Perkins (woah)
Long way from paying top dollar
Bro always got it, he a heavy smoker (woosh)
In the back with it like he’s got a chauffeur
All my trappers know is dough homer
3C semi and yoler on the trap phone a baby no stroller (let’s go)