Hit My Line ft. YB Lyrics

Hit My Line ft. YB - Red Tips

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Shinin' bright like some VVS, diamonds on my neck

I'm the ref, demons yellin' "Foul" but I ain't callin' tech

Got body, now you feelin' pressed, you under duress

Only thing I ever had for a demon is some strap

Yeah, I can't keep myself contained, the Holy Spirit in my chest

Water-walkin' on a beat, yeah, I put faith in every step

You ain't standin' on the Word, then you gon' sink into the depth

See, I'm chillin' on a boat, the same place where Jesus slept

I'm on a rocket headed to the Moon, I'm poppin' like balloons

Told the haters I cannot commune, they buggin' like they June

Autotune is out of tune, they is not with the platoon

If they pull up, then I'm pullin' cards to show 'em who is who

I got my angels on deck and my foot on Satan neck

I be thumbin' through the pages of my Bible like a check

If they comin' at me wrong, call me Nike with the check

When I'm callin' on the Lord, I ain't callin' on collect

They hit my line with a ring, told me pull up with the team

We gon' do a few things, ba-da-boom, ba-da-bing

How I'm rockin', I just need a sling, hoppin' in the ring

Tell Goliath he don't want no smoke, this hotline make him bling

You hit my line, you get the dial tone, ain't nobody home

Sorry Holmes, my heart ain't made of stone, it's just not what I'm on

Smell like sin, and I'ma need for you to get some new cologne

Goin' strong, Arm & Hammer, boy, you know what I'm on (Ayy, ha)

Ayy, tips goin' crazy, up like the cadence

Slayed the early nineties, but 2020 made me

Jumped up out the trenches, stretched it out when it's tension

I don't want no number two, but boy, don't reach for my utensils

It's up in the B-I-G, it's way, I don't need a key

Life is really like a roundabout, I took the freest way

Freeway, highway, understood, don't need to say

Buildin' tables my whole life, I take a seat, fix me a plate

Vision like mechanics to a shop

Really ain't no limits to the dream, we move the top

Truly testimonies, but I serve Him as a VOP

Livin' life, you can find me on the edge like when the picture crop

Okay, I'm smilin', prolly wylin', weight been carried, that's a tote

All my sin been taken off, okay, that's quality control

I converse and pray for nations, gained my hold like conversations

God done did it, know they hate it still, I roll like to the four

They hit my line with a ring, told me pull up with the team

We gon' do a few things, ba-da-boom, ba-da-bing

How I'm rockin', I just need a sling, hoppin' in the ring

Tell Goliath he don't want no smoke, this hotline make him bling

You hit my line, you get the dial tone, ain't nobody home

Sorry Holmes, my heart ain't made of stone, it's just not what I'm on

Smell like sin, and I'ma need for you to get some new cologne

Goin' strong, Arm & Hammer, boy, you know what I'm on