Don’t Hit My Line lyrics

Woody Pond

[Chorus]
Oh they wanna talk now, let em move they lips (Lips)
Coming at my neck and, they talking all that sh*t (sh*t)
I ain't really tripping, no, I ain't got the time (Time)
But when I glow up, b*t*h please don't hit my line
Don't hit my line
Don't hit my line (Don't hit my line)
Don't hit my line (Don't hit my line)
Don't hit my line (Don't hit my line)
Don't hit my line

[Verse 1]
Oh now ain't it funny when I'm down they just lay low
Oh now ain't it funny they my friend when they say so
Watch 'em come around when I pull up in that range though
Watch 'em come around I start stacking all these pesos
If I like that sh*t, I gon' top that sh*t
I might just flex for fun
If I like that sh*t, then I invite that b*t*h
Then I sex her down until she c*m
I ain't no chump b*t*h don't be dumb
Run through your club no Forrest Gump
Lookin' so clean, and I'm with my whole team
If you talked that sh*t then you might get slapped

[Pre-Chorus]
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but you b*t*hes never listen
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya that your boy been on a mission
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but they couldn't see the vision
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya now look what you've been missin'

[Chorus]
Oh they wanna talk now, let em move they lips (Lips)
Coming at my neck and, they talking all that sh*t (sh*t)
I ain't really tripping no, I ain't got the time (Time)
But when I glow up, b*t*h please don't hit my line
Don't hit my line
Don't hit my line (Don't hit my line)
Don't hit my line (Don't hit my line)
Don't hit my line (Don't hit my line)
Don't hit my line

[Verse 2]
Oh now ain't it funny how they talking all that bullsh*t
Oh now ain't it funny how they treat me like a nuisance
Watch em' come around when I drop all of my new sh*t
Watch em' come around when I pull up in that new whip
I go and do 3 shows, then I do 3 hoes
Better hope one ain't your b*t*h
I see you flex on the gram with a couple of gram
But we both know that you ain't rich
You wear fake fits what I wear looks slick
I don't play baseball but your boy make cents
In my home town now everybody down cause your boy went hard and your boys ain't sh*t

[Pre-Chorus]
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but you b*t*hes never listen
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya that your boy been on a mission
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but they couldn't see the vision
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya now look what you've been missin'

[Chorus]
Oh they wanna talk now, let em move they lips (Lips)
Coming at my neck and, they talking all that sh*t (sh*t)
I ain't really tripping no, I ain't got the time (Time)
But when I blow up, b*t*h please don't hit my line
Don't hit my line
Don't hit my line (Don't hit my line)
Don't hit my line (Don't hit my line)
Don't hit my line (Don't hit my line)
Don't hit my line


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