Hit Me On My Line Lyrics

Hit me on my line, lil bitch

You know, come through, let's get it

Check me out, hmm

Just got home from the pen

Toss me the Glock, watch me spin Hyphy got the chopstick

Roll around the block wit

Only fuck a bitch if she thick

Got home from the pen You could say I blew it quick

I just chase checks, wreck fooz

Hit me on my line next time you wanna let loose

You know I come through, make that pussy bruised

They let me out them chains, now I'm move and groove

Wit my snapback and this fat sack

Smokin' grape wraps, stuntin' in my gray lac

Gang got that payback, got that cocaine you could taste that

In the fast lane not the train track, with my strap cocked back

Sshootin' craps, countin' stacks

I used to trap, now I rap, and I'm steady gettin' it

I get up on these beats, and I say some real shit

Livin' life like no tomorrow Got me loadin' up these hollows

If I shoot one, then you know 30 gonna follow

Hit me on my line, you know I stay out on the grind

Hit me on my line, money come with the time

Hit me on my line, you know it's my time to shine

Hit me on my line, Ill sell a kilo or a dime

I kept a fresh throwback and some brand new J's

A cup of codeine and a blunt of purple haze

Couple pounds of sour D's and a pair of Versace shades

40 Cal is Smith & Wesson and my Cadillac is gray

Hit the strip club on a Thursday just to make it rain

Never was a drought in my hood Keep it flooded like the plain

Hurricane

Hit the south, bird flew the other way

I'm skatin' on them Daytons

Bumpin' purple rain, navigation got me lost on the road

It's just me and my drank, leather so soft Fightin' not to Doz off

But I'm still sippin purple paint

I ate some blue and yellow pills

Cause I love the way they make me feel

Cause in Maricopa County where the bounty

finally found me

Cause I was in the alley, slangin' smelly to my fellies

Taught my gal how to sell, Maryvale stack clientele

Federales on my celly, don't get caught talkin' too long

Walk down the block to the store, telephone

Call my homie, get the brick, tell my other boy we on

Take a trip out of state, time to make my money long

Now I'm callin' up my mama, tellin' her I'm comin' home

Soon as I touch down, pay my homie what I owe

Take my kids shoppin' at the mall for brand new clothes

Then I cop a couple bundles of some purple dro

Then I'm pourin' up a pint with my people so throwed

Poppin' a few perks, then I'm hoppin' at some hoes

Bend a couple curves, then I'm stoppin' at my bros

Inside he in the studio, choppin' up a flow

Soon as he get done, I'm tellin' him that shit go

And his room is filled with choppers talkin' bout he need some mo

I tell that fool he crazy, who you tryin' to be like, Chapo

We talk about Fugazi, need to hit him with the auto

Split back to the cream about our green like avocado

Hot boxin' in a Tahoe, livin' life like no tomorrow

Keepin lean in a baby bottle, Codiene fiend fuckin' a model

OG dreams, havin' everything, Glock 17

And I filled it up with hollows.

Ughhh

Hit me on my line, you know I stay out on the grind

Hit me on my line, money come with the time

Hit me on my line, you know it's my time to

Shine Hit me on my line, I'll sell a kilo or a dime