Lined Up Lyrics

I wear my mask so I feel like I'm gon' send location

Don't send them boys over here, bitch, I'm on probation

One look at my gun, no more looking for inspiration

Third time I'm gettin' too spicy

Never catch me in the same fit, same go for wifey

We ain't catch a case, fuck the state, they tried to indict me

Make a bad bitch go deep, bitch, you gon' deep fry me

Catchin' plays off the backboard, I feel like I'm Rodman

Different color packs on me, bitch, I feel like I'm robin

If I turn my back on you, there's a good chance I'm just dodgin

You would think there's an apple in my pants, the way she get to bobbin

I wear my mask so I feel like I'm gon' send location

Don't send them boys over here, bitch, I'm on probation

One look at my gun, no more looking for inspiration

Y'all know not to play with him

Fuck all the bands and shit

Y'all don't know what to say to him

All that money stackin' up

We not wishin' for you many men

We gon' fuck with y'all cause y'all authentic, so I'm aimin' then

Fuck the penitentiary, free my dog with some Benjamins

I don't cut no hair, but I get you lined up

If you see a group of hoes, probably where you find us

Yeah, we pushin' V Twelves, bro, get behind us

I had to wait my turn, but now I'm sayin' time's up

I wear my mask so I feel like I'm gon' send location

Don't send them boys over here, bitch, I'm on probation

One look at my gun, no more looking for inspiration

Third time I'm gettin' too spicy

Never catch me in the same fit, same go for wifey

We ain't catch a case, fuck the state, they tried to indict me

Make a bad bitch go deep, bitch, you gon' deep fry me