Line Em' Up!

One, two, three and to the four

I got some hood niggas banging on your door

Hide your shit

They gon' rob ya'll folks

You don't know just who we are

Back of the bus just to ride a stolen car

Hide your shit

They gon' rob ya'll folks

This an armed robbery, stick up Yeah that mean get up

I need my gas back and I ain't talking bout a fill up

I'm talking bout this music you know I come through and hit up

My niggas

And burp out crazy shit like a hiccup

We on to better things

And yeah I'm still the same, I told you boys I'd never change

I see a brighter sky, my limits have no ends

I'm sitting mighty high, feel the bass from the low end in my stolen, Maserati nigga

One, two, three and to the four

I got some hood niggas banging on your door

Hide your shit

They gon' rob ya'll folks

You don't know just who we are

Back of the bus just to ride a stolen car

Hide your shit

They gon' rob ya'll folks

How you say leave you alone and then you hit me up

How you say you hate fucking me but can't get enough

I don't call you, you call me

I don't text you or sex you, you stalk me, your conversations on me

I know you had dreams of visiting Palm Springs

Shading with palm trees and parading of all things

Or maybe slide to Florida exploring through Palm Beach for all that

Vegan we gotta go beyond meat

It's at the point that intellectual conversations is needed if I'm trying to have sex with you

So when we get alone

I'm confiscating your phone for your fullest attention

Not because I care who texting you

That ain't my business and who texts mine is not yours

And if you can't listen to that, then go outdoors

I cut on my PS5 and kick it with my boys

All you hear is the randoms selling, and a bunch of loud noise

And then when it get dark and everybody else is sleeping, I be masking up my face so you can never see me creeping