[Verse 1]
Looked both ways 'for I hopped in the streets, I ain't see none of you n***as
Grandma told me try to keep the peace, fuck all that I'm running up on you n***as
Please don't think you can't get touched lil n***a
It's Q Da Fool and I'll crush a lil n***a
N***as act tough til' they see me in person
Bitch, I'm the truth, I'm really living these verses
Robbed the n***a, found out he ain't even serving
Just another internet n***a purpin'
ARP, put that boy outta service
Might just pull up at his funeral service
All my young n***a do is rob, so he starting to feel like he work for it
Show the little bitch my show money, n***a hell yeah, the bitch fucked for it
This a Porsche, bitch, not a Ford
Today, bitch, I just might do time for it
White and black [?] this a Concord
Fuck school, I'm not a Sophomore
I'm in the streets like some [?]
Ferrari with the butterfly doors
In the trenches in all white like a trap lord
When I shoot I score I don't do no backboard
I need Watch Busters for these busters
These fuck n***as fake, man these fuck n***as tickin'
Pimped you bitch out like fuck it I'm trickin'
These rappers acting like a fucking audition
If you talkin' bout the best my name must be in it
Made a lot of money out my grandmother kitchen
Make a million, can't wait to say we did it
Trapping and killing my n***as be with it
[Hook]
On the line
I put everything on the line
If you need some drugs hit my line
25 for a P, I ain't lying
No, I ain't lying
Whatchu buy?
Hopped out the car on your bitch, she like "Damn, that's what you drive?"
She on my line, I ain't lying
Pop a Xan, pour a line
No, I ain't lying

[Verse 2]
I'ma stay ten toes
Me and my n***as ain't never falling off, that shit for hoes
But you gotta watch these n***as man, you never know
Can't have these bitches in my business man, cause them hoes'll let 'em know
Free Lil Mar, heard you screaming black
Pounds on the plane, yeah that's a bet
That molly got a young n***a working hard
I feel like I'm boutta be next
These n***as is bitches, please don't make me bar
They see me them n***as be [?]
I got the Mak with the grip
Why you lyin' cuz that's not what it is
500 rounds how we slidin'
Check on your head like you work for Verizon
You n***as not working, y'all not exercising
I like to rap, but the streets is my talent
I do this by myself I don't need a stylist
Snake on the Gucci, I hope it don't bite me
I stay strapped up, stay tooled up
I hope that n***a don't think he gon fight me
I stay clipped, n***a no missing
I hope these police don't come and indite me
I got water like a motherfuckin' Pisces
I know I'm fly, bitch, you don't got to cise me
But if I get locked up, bitch can you please write me
I just fucked my bitch in a loft
Rich shootas ain't taking no loss
I'm on a beach in Lacoste
I gotta make the swerve when he call
[Hook]
On the line
I put everything on the line
If you need some drugs hit my line
25 for a P, I ain't lying
No, I ain't lying
Whatchu buy?
Hopped out the car on your bitch, she like "Damn, that's what you drive?"
She on my line, I ain't lying
Pop a Xan, pour a line
No, I ain't lying