Line Em Up

Josh, you really f*ckin’ took a lost (okay, okay, okay, okay)

I think you hatin’ because I am a boss

Let me kill again and get up in my drawers

I sit on your face, you put it on your jaw

Don’t wanna have bodies so just lemme kill

I fucked on a dyke, that shit felt more real

Damn, call Niyah (babygirl wya?)

I heard your pu**y really f*ckin’ fire

I hop on a train and take that sh*t to die yeah, for you

And you know that yeah (and you know that yeah)

Where you at lil Tory?

I told lil n**** go forty

You ain’t for me and you corny

I feel like that n**** hang with my shorty

You ain’t for me, I ain’t horny

But I like you lil Tory and i’m sorry (okay, okay, yeah, okay, okay, yeah)

In the party, I see Marni

And I want her, Ima get her

I wanna rock, I wanna scissor, I wanna fuck on you and your sister

Kiss her yeah I really wanna kiss her

Kiss her yeah I really wanna kiss her

What do you want Tylil?

Okay, tell me what’s the deal babe

Cause I be really in the field babe

Real, can you really be for real?

Kiss it baby I don’t wanna kill

Marni gotta make this f*ckin’ money

So you should know I can’t chill