Line Of Fire, Pt. 6

(Karlos got that juice) Tell them pagans let's go I'm sittin' here strapped like I'm facin' 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 takin' 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 lookin' like a disco ball They won't believe how many keys I pick up in a year Rollin' with a Bunsen burner, man will whip up anywhere, uh I ain't on this fist fightin' ting I'm airin' shots I'll leave more holes in you than a pair of Crocs I ain't got no regular salary Ahead of my time like Number 5 on Umbrella Academy It's Nines (ayy) 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 (ayy) 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 cruisin' tonight Wap to the left of me, but I'm usin' it right Throw it down like it's man's move on a dice She had a attitude but now she's gettin' 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, ayy Next day you hit the booth, press play, full fledge straight I learnt it the best way Stretch shit and run it up just like 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 ting duck Bandaid 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 stuck The ground I am under mileage Came up from a Q, I'm Don Q like Highbridge If she ain't on the kid no more I'm loud 'bout a bitch Am I a pidge, I fly bricks, desire licks Anything goes you know just do it Nike techs Might take you out depend on tonight flips Ain't comin' 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 niggas 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 bussin' 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" (yeah) My little nigga said he scored I said I done it twice (hahaha) 'Cause I be laughin' at these little niggas flickin' out Rambos 'Cause if I back it out they be sweeter than a mango Made a killin' in the bando, had a Maccy in the kennels How much time I done the mazzer top bins, where my medal? I be countin' all my blessings while you niggas countin' sheckles You know Fatz be outside with the killers crime rebels and it's us (CSB, crime scene) (Ayy) 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 (ayy) 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 doin' give and go (okay) I wear some Air Ones that's old and make them think I'm broke (okay) I know I'm straight soon as I see the rock sinkin' 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 kid, I sold bricks when shit was slow I prayed to blow and end up with a brick of blow (outside) When 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) Niggas think it's just rap but it's still that in person Catch me workin' bro I sold more bricks than Travis Perkins (woah) Long way from payin' 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 yola on the trap phone, a baby no stroller (let's go)