Line Guys

[Intro]

It's JoeFromYO

DLo on the beat

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]

She tryna link up then eat up the line guys

Hit you up from a blindside, yeah

Bitches be sneaky, pull up with the Glock out

'Cause a nigga might pop out

My neck and my wrist, it's a million wide side

Got 'em lookin' so cockeyed

Fuck it 'cause niggas don't ever be outside

And we never ain't outside

[Post-Chorus: Trap Manny]

I'm finna shoot better watch out

I got the chopper from Moscow

Pull up we shootin' your house down

Try me this shit can get hostile

I just got a new Rollie, it's iced out

All this water on my neck, I might drown

Set a trap and hope the feds don’t find out

Nigga try me, send his ass to iCloud

[Verse 1: Don Q]

I had a bell and the stick on me (Stick on me)

Screamin' fuck you and your big homie (Fuck)

I went to court with the CIG on me (CIG on me)

Bad bitches, nothin’ but some tens on me

Wet up your block, when you leave me a show

And I hope you get hit it like ten homies

I got a whole I family, they depend on me

I was at ten, couple tens on me

Used to be down and I was so broke

And I ran this shit up, used to sleep in the bando

They pass me the rock 'cause they know I got handle

Young niggas rich as a bitch with no manners

Look here, lil' bitch, you just look what you started

Pull up and shut down your party

And we like three of the hardest

Trap Manny with me, we went, got the Artist

I was fifteen when I got my first carbon

Shot my first nigga and that's when it started

We sippin' lean when we walk in the buildings

Pour up the drink and no fuckin' Bacardi

I'm in the Maybach, I'm closin' the curtains

I used to stand on the block, used to serve

I gave her forty racks inside a Birkin

I can't talk to the bitch if she ain't perfect

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]

She tryna link up then eat up the line guys

Hit you up from a blindside, yeah

Bitches be sneaky, pull up with the Glock out

'Cause a nigga might pop out

My neck and my wrist, it's a million wide side

Got 'em lookin' so cockeyed

Fuck it 'cause niggas don't ever be outside

And we never ain't outside

[Post-Chorus: Trap Manny]

I'm finna shoot better watch out

I got the chopper from Moscow

Pull up we shootin' your house down

Try me this shit can get hostile

I just got a new Rollie, it's iced out

All this water on my neck, I might drown

Set a trap and hope the feds don’t find out

Nigga try me, send his ass to iCloud

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]

Yeah

Stupid bitch tryna hit me up in line guys

But I'm watchin' my blindside

I'm ridin' the Maybach, the body is wide size

And I'm sippin' while I drive

I'm in the penthouse, it sit on a high rise

Shit, I barely get Wi-Fi

Bring the Perc' 10's and I'm tryna get high-high

Shit, my life is like Syfy

Boogie got his hoodie on like the grim reaper

And we ain't got no friends neither

In your city in the sprinter, yeah, it's a ten seater

Nigga we could've been deeper

But when I bring out the goons, they wanna end people

Yeah, you know them boys been eatin'

When they get in that mood, you better start tuckin' your jewels

It get hard to defend people

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]

She tryna link up then eat up the line guys

Hit you up from a blindside, yeah

Bitches be sneaky, pull up with the Glock out

'Cause a nigga might pop out

My neck and my wrist, it's a million wide side

Got 'em lookin' so cockeyed

Fuck it 'cause niggas don't ever be outside

And we never ain't outside

[Post-Chorus: Trap Manny]

I'm finna shoot better watch out

I got the chopper from Moscow

Pull up we shootin' your house down

Try me this shit can get hostile

I just got a new Rollie, it's iced out

All this water on my neck, I might drown

Set a trap and hope the feds don’t find out

Nigga try me, send his ass to iCloud