Grey Line Lyrics

You ain't doin shit homie, this is my block

Keep on Running your mouth I pull up on you with that grey mob

Why you actin like a pussy need some midol?

Caught you double bunkin wit yo cellie wit the lights off

My ex bitch always said that I'm a man hoe

You're damn right, I'm getting domed up on fuckin mando's

Your homie want the beef then let ya man go

Bitch, Grey line mob we run this yard dog

Always chasing money, man I love this shit

On that concert jungle, workin double shifts

Baby mama always cryin over stupid shit

Bitch you not complaining when that muhfuckin bank is lit

Now these haters on my nuts like I don't notice it

First I was wack All of a sudden now I'm hard as shit

Try to get up on my squad, you gotta fight to Get it

SHU life, ain't fuckin wit nobody if they heart ain't wit it

Pinta Vibes homie, got the hoodie on me

They hatin on the brand. We next level homie

Heard they want that fire turned the heater on em

Catch you talkin about my brother fuckin swinging on em

See he's making moves they want that merch now

You payin full price lil homie ain't no discount

Made one hit, hoes they want that dick now

Bitch, want a free shirt, you gotta go down

Welcome to my joint, you know the block is hot

In the pen workin doubles, bitch you ball or not

You ain't no fuckin Gangsta you just bark a lot

Want the smoke then you can get it, whether you bang or not

Welcome to my joint, you know the block is hot

In the pen workin doubles, bitch you ball or not

You ain't no fuckin Gangsta you just bark a lot

Want the smoke then you can get it, whether you bang or not

If you a CO why the fuck you rockin blue line?

Told these stupid hoes, we not cops, we on grey time

Then these check ins in shu claimin gang time

Been about that life? Why you scared to walk that main line

All my homies put in work, ain't no free time

Dogs behind this muhfuckin fence we all k-9's

Try to put some paperwork you betta get it right

M A R T I N I, be here all night

Inside im unarmed but out side I'm all strapped

Desert rat, have your body buried where the cougars at

If you Work behind the walls you need a milli racked

homies never lackin you can bet on that

They askin bout me now, like where that huero at?

Heard he got a Whip. where the fuck he get his chedda at

If I'm not stuck at work, I'm makin hella tracks

Told my brother Nico, couple years we makin hella racks

Ain't no cap up in my raps, this is all facts

If you a CO bang this shit, bitch we stArted that

From the Army to the walls I put my heart in that

Been up on the front lines, I'm proud of dat

They like damn, why you angry? Bitch I'm always mad

I grew up in the mud, you hate it, but I'm out of that

They talk about my swag, I see em copy that

They run they mouths, then one song they want a Pinta hat homie