KidCarlos - Front Line

I heard they gettin' active, tell them get active with me
Choppers inside the attic, put them in back the Bentley
Uh, I am your bitch's daddy, she gon' pull up and pop a titty
The bitch a bop, not talking Diddy
If I get dropped, they droppin' with me
I got a bottomless pit of hoes, this shit get tricky sometimes
And I had to kick a lot of them doors, just to get in at one time
Bitch, I'll be strapped in front line, waiting for them to come down
I dare you to, if you wanna die, they wanna kill me, tell them come try
Bitch, I'll be waiting right here, your bitch wanna stay like right here
She told me to hit it right here, don't worry, I'll get you right dear
Damn, it's so sad, how they going out
So bad, get the body out
Toe tag, he ain't talking now
Blow that, gon' walk 'em down
I been looking for love, mm-mm
But I don't know what that look like
But I don't know what that look like
But I don't know what that look like
I been counting my dubs, mm-mm
So I gotta get my shit right
So I gotta get my shit right
So I gotta get my shit right
If I said it, I probably meant it
I don't know, I'm a little demented
High as fuck in another dimension
She said "thank you", but don't gotta mention
I might get up, and might go up missin
Cuz this world is just like detention
I be talking, but they do not listen
I done told them, my finger is itching
I be going, the timer is ticking
I be going, like, switch my position
I be going, like, fuck opposition
I be going, like, fuck it, I'm dissing
I be lonely, but I get mad and flash
Like, fuck it, I know I ain't trippin
Like, fuck that shit, I get back with my mask
Fuck it, I'm coming to visit
They love talking and gossiping like bitches
Man, this shit, I don't get it
Pull up all black fitted, car all tinted
Man, this shit get wicked
I gotta call up my ho, uh
She been waiting a whole long time
She gon' pick up the phone, uh
She gotta go, she ain't all mine
She be texting the bro
Like, fuck what they saying, they all gotta die
Please don't put me in that mode
Finger itching and twitching from my eye
Bitch, I'll be strapped in front line, waiting for them to come down
I dare you to, if you wanna die, they wanna kill me, tell them come try
Bitch, I'll be waiting right here, your bitch wanna stay like right here
She told me to hit it right here, don't worry, I'll get you right dear
Damn, it's so sad, how they going out
So bad, get the body out
Toe tag, he ain't talking now
Blow that, gon' walk 'em down
I been looking for love, mm-mm
But I don't know what that look like
But I don't know what that look like
But I don't know what that look like
I been counting my dubs, mm-mm
So I gotta get my shit right
So I gotta get my shit right
So I gotta get my shit right

Written by:
Carlos Munoz

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