Lined Up (feat. Jonte)

I got her waking up wet   She need a PureWick When she was sick of them lame brains I cured it   I don't listen to no broke talk I heard it I'm killing all that weak shit off It's a murder   Baby don't f*ck with me  and test my position   I'm quarterbacking like i'm Dak And in two minutes I drill it   You know my favorite bitch a thot Cause she stay out of her feelings   I be rapping with my hoes That's just talking and killing   Though I swear I ain't a gangster I make gangster decisions   She was dying for the dick And now she thank me for living   Quit trying to hang bitch I only want to chill if its business Shit my nuts the only thing that hang Without paying pittance Lined up Lined up Lined up Yea I got it lined up Lined up Lined up Lined up Yea I got it Don't do no rings   I got her wrapped around my finger though You cannot press me   Cause I own this dry cleaner hoe I'm not a player but I can build an arena though You gon' give me respect I spell it out like Aretha hoe I put some passion in her panties   Got her pumped up Gave me her brain fore I hit it   Thats a dumb f*ck   You know I'm bout to shoot my shot   I got my guns up This big ol' bowl I'm blowing down   It tear my lungs up Got a Colombiana She from the Medellin She used to move the work Now we make movie scenes   Ain't no more drugs up her butt   She be boofin' me She say I'm fuego But ain't nobody as cool as me   Lined up Lined up Lined up Yea I got it lined up Lined up Lined up Lined up Yea I got it I got this shit lined up   I put my edges to it   And I ain't come to save the world   I'll let Greta do it   I just came here for my peace I do like Meta do it   Baby I told you I'm the shit Now you done stepped into it   Look it ain't nothing on my plate   That I ain't made  bitch I'm the chef   I get to whistling and she gon' come my way   Cause I'm the ref   You want conservative go find a congressman Bitch I'm the left She trying to get another one But I'm like Khaled I'm the best   You could either keep it real with me Or deal with me   Got my hands around these fuckers throats And now they feeling me   You won't see it like I see it Til you climb the hill with me   And won't be as hot as I am   Until you hop into hell with me   Lined up Lined up Lined up Yea I got it lined up Lined up Lined up Lined up Yea I got it