Nines, Fatz, Streetz, Trapstar and Toxic - Line Of Fire Pt. 7
(Karlos got that juice)Yo my plugs love me, they keep on sharin'
Just got some new goods that I need declarin'
That's a new strap my lil' bro out airin'
He's a stubborn motherfucker, hard of hearin'
My shorty bad to the bone, there's no comparin'
She cook food and rub my back super carin'
I got the SK with star
And the kick on the .44's overbearin'
In this fuckin' traphouse I'm the chairman
It's apparent I'm a rapper and a parent
Slide through the trenches, gonna hear my music blarin'
Them young shooters givin' out bine for too much starin'
Blew twenty G's in a night, that's light
Put a whole gang on a flight, that's light
All my meds sold out on my site, that's light
Me and all the traffickers are tight, but that's light, uh
Just ask around when Streetz come around it's a lot
When stripped from the cuff like diamonds ain't enough
Came plain, ask the judge I was strictly in the duck
Plug said he sellin' choppers, my nigga's hella cop
What the fuck?
You don't know 'bout us, been cleanin' with the mop
Blood drippin' clean it up, our city one and up
Nigga's said he got a move, send the addy for the cluck, it's up
In the trap, hella bottoms, hella tops
Hella light though
Nigga's in the bits sellin' bits in the night though
Nigga's in whips with a switch like a lightbulb
Anyting get hit is a hit, phone on flight mode
You know what I did with a SIG
Blew twenty G's in a night, that's light
Put a whole gang on a flight, that's light
All my meds sold out on my site, that's light
Me and all the traffickers are tight, but that's light, uh (yeah)
Set pays first I don't care if they'll be thirty deep
Always got my gun on me
Auto clip come with clap
You know what type of pressure I apply when you mention Fatz
Go and check my resume, I don't even have to chat
Twenty for the cannons on deck, it's been a wild day
So when I'm about, no one can't style a nigga
Rest in peace when I clap, I leave them all muddy
You know I fuck with the 'Za, ask my nigga Ruggy
Twenty rounds of this dog, you know I'm on the fuckery
I can't let mine cry, I make yo' mom-
I freestyle, I don't even write, that's light
I shoot niggas jumpin' off a bike, that's light
Blew twenty G's in a night, that's light
Put a whole gang on a flight, that's light
All my meds sold out on my site, that's light
Me and all the traffickers are tight, but that's light, uh (uh)
I can spit a line of fire raw, I put you in that firing line
Before they locked me I was gettin' bricks ten at a time
See I ain't knew to this grind, me and Nina's in that trap spot
Thirty-six of zeds, lock it out by the night
Somebody tell me why these other borther's trap is low
Fam, I hit the strip with some buds, I get coins like I'm Mario
In the crop yard growin' plants, this ain't marigold
Go to trap that your Fabolous, I can't let you go
I'm outside and it's late
My nigga said he wanna glide, got a car, better switch out them plates
There's only real niggas 'round me when I step out them gates
Lookin' like a gorilla, I came thorough in some BAPE
Let's go
Blew twenty G's in a night, that's light
Put a whole gang on a flight, that's light
All my meds sold out on my site, that's light
Me and all the traffickers are tight, but that's light, uh
Written by:
Courtney Freckleton
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