Lined Up ft. Jonte Lyrics

I got her waking up wet  

She need a PureWick

When she was sick of them lame brains

I cured it  

I don't listen to no broke talk

I heard it

I'm killing all that weak shit off

It's a murder  

Baby don't fuck with me  and test my position  

I'm quarterbacking like i'm Dak

And in two minutes I drill it  

You know my favorite bitch a thot

Cause she stay out of her feelings  

I be rapping with my hoes

That's just talking and killing  

Though I swear I ain't a gangster

I make gangster decisions  

She was dying for the dick

And now she thank me for living  

Quit trying to hang bitch

I only want to chill if it's business

Shit my nuts the only thing that hang

Without paying pittance

Lined up

Lined up

Lined up

Yea I got it lined up

Lined up

Lined up

Lined up

Yea I got it

Don't do no rings  

I got her wrapped around my finger though

You cannot press me  

Cause I own this dry cleaner hoe

I'm not a player but I can build an arena though

You gon' give me respect

I spell it out like Aretha hoe

I put some passion in her panties  

Got her pumped up

Gave me her brain fore I hit it  

That's a dumb fuck  

You know I'm bout to shoot my shot  

I got my guns up

This big ol' bowl I'm blowing down  

It tear my lungs up

Got a Colombiana

She from the Medellin'

She used to move the work

Now we make movie scenes  

Ain't no more drugs up her butt  

She be boofin' me

She say I'm fuego

But ain't nobody as cool as me  

Lined up

Lined up

Lined up

Yea I got it lined up

Lined up

Lined up

Lined up

Yea I got it

I got this shit lined up  

I put my edgers to it  

And I ain't come to save the world  

I'll let Greta do it  

I just came here for my peace

I do like Meta do it  

Baby I told you I'm the shit

Now you done stepped into it  

Look it ain't nothing on my plate  

That I ain't made  bitch I'm the chef  

I get to whistling and she gon' come my way  

Cause I'm the ref  

You want conservative go find a congressman

Bitch I'm the left

She trying to get another one

But I'm like Khaled I'm the best  

You could either keep it real with me

Or deal with me  

Got my hands around these fuckers throats

And now they feeling me  

You won't see it like I see it

Til you climb the hill with me  

And won't be as hot as I am  

Until you hop into hell with me  

Lined up

Lined up

Lined up

Yea I got it lined up

Lined up

Lined up

Lined up

Yea I got it