Don't Cross Me (feat. Bty Youngn)

Don'ttttt you cross that line Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! Don'ttttt you fuuuck with mine Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! Don'ttttt you cross that line Ha, ha, Whona, HUH! Don'ttttt you fuuuck with mine Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! Heres the reply, when dem lines get cross Clips, bullets get pull, den dem slugs get tossed Ya rather disrespect jesus on da cross, faya face get a bullet and ya family, take a loss Pay attention what I'm tryna get across, if ya feel ya life worth it Ya better respect law, this is a warning I'm the 1st one to draw He took shots to the head, think he got it from da bar F*ck with me, i kill ya pappy, ya nanny, ya granny, whole mammy mother fuckin family So if ya love'em, you should not come near me, fear me, feeell mee... And fear is not ah option when you gangsta, any problems with ya wankstas Get my young niggas to spank ya, N like a deli let ya meet show And if they locked, i send them all hittas through the free folk Don'ttttt you cross that line Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! Don'ttttt you fuuuck with mine Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! Don'ttttt you cross that line Ha, ha, Whona, HUH! Don'ttttt you fuuuck with mine Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! My souljas still at war, my thugs still strugglin The junkies still fiendin, so da drugs still smuglin Still ryding fa Rudy, fa Dallas, and Fatty, and I'm still on parole Still smokin grand daddy, he don't want to cross that line Cause they be on dat f*ck shit, still rockin 501's, I don't wear no truck fit Cause they be on some duck shit, but ya know homie ah real nigga Grab dat tommy out the closet, ain't no tommy hilfiger Got da bricks in the attic, Got da straps in the duffles, Bitch I'm all about my chips like some zaps and some Ruffles Nigga use to get a rush off busting hollow after hollow Now money over everything, da model that i follow N it ain't no mo, buying shots now, its bottle after bottle Just like no mo fucking skeezers nah, its model after model Got a barbie like Nicki, with a body like buffy Put on dem percocets, she ride dat dick like a huffy And nigga Don'ttttt you cross that line Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! Don'ttttt you fuuuck with mine Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! Don'ttttt you cross that line Ha, ha, Whona, HUH! Don'ttttt you fuuuck with mine Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! Beautician style, the Glock do face lifts, which one of ya bitches want ya hair did Blair Witch project, body in da woods, consequences fa... fuckin with a hoodlums hood Hooded up all black, with a chrome gat, move in like platoons Where you and ya goons trappin at, ah murda dance We pop you pussies with da guns, two left feet, call it da graveyard boogie Dis far from just talk, what ya seen don't talk, outlines white chalk, when them lines get cross I got da devil in my pocket, da reaper in my hand, i sold my soul to be da boss Ya know it cost to be da man, murda jehovah's witness, he see god soon Subtracting the black robe, he's in God courtroom The time it take fa you to make the mistake, to criss cross the line Ah be the same second in da time, I'll fill ya lil ass with iron, huh Don'ttttt you cross that line Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! Don'ttttt you fuuuck with mine Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE! Don'ttttt you cross that line Ha, ha, Whona, HUH! Don'ttttt you fuuuck with mine Ha, ha, Whoday, AYE!