Line Of Fire Pt. 9

My new burners so long

I shoot till it goes click click

Comes like I'm tryna turn the stove on

Uh

If you get caught with that birdie in the trunk

When you get to the station better turn into a monk

Uh

I had TPs pure sniff

Your re up came in a bag, mine came on a forklift

Ask around

I'm the number one plug when it comes to weed pound for pound

Them opps guns jam a lot

I got the same ones Tony Montana got

Uh

I ain't like them ****, these man are bummy

Kinda broke that owes the weed man money

It's Nines

Ay, they call it candy cane (grease)

3 Pap, it's killing the brandy game

Ran it up put it on my family name

That's bro, like Sully and Dushane

I'm the one to turn up deadline

250 Benz hug the road like its bedtime

They know I run track like the Met Line

Fatz in my ear bro "like anyone can get bine"

When they ask if I'm good I just say I'm great

Got a baddie waiting on a date

You know Styles pull up fashionably late

She know I'm dope like them tracks we create

Dope boy shit they try put me on the digis

White girl from country I took her to the city

They aint seen a trap like this since Nina and Midgey

We aint stepping out without ninas and glizzys

Way before the rapping man was outside banging

They know Fatz with the cannon when come and do a mazzalini

Bros got it hanging out the window in the lamborghini

(That's bro)

Cah you know we got Greece like Santorini

I'm the daddy all these lil **** wan be me

And I aint even in town bro you can't see me

(Nah)

They all know that we're one of the baddest

And if that **** aint dead then I know he's a cabbage

I had to laugh

These **** be throwing out acid

You see that little switch when I put it on rapid

Been a legend you can go and ask your bredrin

I just aim at your melon then I squeeze about seventeen

No need for me to pretend

I'm locked in with family

It's rare I ever see friends

And I put the work in often, even weekends

Plus I'm giving out free gems, take notes

They're disguising all the hate when they make jokes

And when they make it rain, fuck your rain coat

You was hating from long time

When we was in the same boat

Pray they see me fail, but say they wish me well

Pay attention to the detail, cause there's fire in my lines

Line of fire first female, the first girl

I know they're hurt well, that's life

They like to say I think I'm too nice, I am nice

When you spoke behind my back that was your worst L

I'm not from Church Road, we don't do the Skrapz

'Bout to make this nine ring like a church bell

We go together and it works well

In the trap though the phone blow day and night

I mean the cats know your boy got beige and white

I'm in the churches hand to hand prayer like

All I do is talk weight I probably weighed your life

See Sutton poking out of my shirt what's that

Sutton long what's that

What's wrong wash that

Feds lock up my dawg no fraud hush that

Fly birds dust pack

In the church cross that

You tink ah talk an just bars then

Ah wah you call dem

Have me owner ting me nuh call friend

Free the gang they want the team ask the Sargent

Say a prayer for the hood they want r men

**** I'm a boss

Car money on my watch

Reach for my chain the M-10's spraying off

They say having daughters makes you go soft

I still pull up slap 20 shots then I'm gone

Told my chick "I gotta stay strapped coz I'm popular"

Hood ****, still got a throwaway Nokia

Way before Wandsworth

RM was getting mad dome in my cell from a female officer

Don't smoke, never popped Molly

The first man I touched was with a twelve gauge shotty

I heard **** rapping bout hobbies

These **** like Victoria Beckham, they aint got no body

Strap on my waist so I aint gotta use a belt

7.62's that will go straight through your house

Before I ever snitch I'll shoot myself

Step with two straps like Ghetto in Supacell

Cuban link on my chest yess my ting is frozen

I'm the men off the city call a **** foden

I get stacks plus waps i'm fully loaded

Making money off rap I used to have to cook

E yo nines come and link me up in Amsterdam

We're now at the plug big up Jack we're smoking ganja man

****'s don't want smoke man are puffing shisha

My first iced out pendant I copped at chiefa

Free slice real **** i ain't talking pizza's

More ice and more life we're chilling on ibiza

Fuck a L I'm a winner for that do man

In the field like a left winger i'm like Coman

Trapping no diploma R.I.P opa

Italian job I be fuck dem thotties as roma

I be copping diamonds catch a **** in hatton garden

Ask man in the dam henkie is the hardest