Don't Hit My Line

[Chorus] Oh they wanna talk now, let em move they lips (lips) Coming at my neck and, they talking all that shit (shit) I ain't really tripping, no, I ain't got the time (time) But when I glow up, bitch 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 shit, I gon' top that shit I might just flex for fun If I like that shit, then I invite that bitch Then I sex her down until she cum I ain't no [?] bitch 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 shit then you might get slapped [Pre-Chorus] I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but you bitches 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 shit (shit) I ain't really tripping no, I ain't got the time (time) But when I glow up, bitch 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 bullshit Oh now ain't it funny how they treat me like a nuisance Watch em' come around when I drop all of my new shit 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 bitch 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 shit [Pre-Chorus] I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but you bitches 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 shit (shit) I ain't really tripping no, I ain't got the time (time) But when I blow up, bitch 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