Lined Up
Fuckin' up all the re-up, the hell is you doin'?
I made up my mind as a kid, I'm going big (big, big)
I step in the bando for weeks, then tryna stack me a M (stack, uh)
I was trappin' out in Vegas, I turned pimp (woo)
All finessesers (yeah), all together (all together)
Desert Eagle toter (yeah), bird flipper (brrt brrt)
Sittin' in the dog food trap with all hitters (and what?)
Raw mud got me Einstein (Einstein)
She on the sideline, layin' pipe (yeah)
I got a check (check), I gotta flex (flex)
What we do?
Lamborghini ('Ghini), Rolls Royce (skrrt)
Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Don Dada (whoa), no Big Poppa, show me one more chance
Flossy wrist (floss), flossy bitch, you'll get no advance (hey)
Gotta hundred bands on my wrist, flooded (blatt, blatt)
I got Xans in my cup it's very muddy (ah)
Got some bitches lined up just to touch me (yeah)
I got the hitters signing up just to bust you (blatt)
Gave her everything she want, I feel careless (yeah)
Presidential wrist, it'll never kiss you (mwah)
Pocahontas bitches, never missed you
I'm a self made millionaire, I deserve a few (let's go)
I got baddies lined up (what we doin'?), Whoa
Get your daddy lined up (doo-doo-doo-doo), whoa
Two hundred foreigns lined up (rich nigga shit), whoa
Ain't never played with my nose, whoa
I'll get you lined up (yeah)
I'll get you lined up (yeah)
I'll get you lined up (lined up)
I'll get you lined up (yeah)
I'll get you lined up (lined up)
I'll get you lined up (yeah)
I'll get you lined up (lined up)
I'll get you lined up (I'll get you lined up)
I got a extend' on the Tec (Tec)
I'm playin' Russian roulettes (slatt)
I put on a spoiler kit (yeah)
Lost a ring in a mosh-pit (whoa)
My teeth is white as some crack (yeah)
Fuck out my back, I'm a brat (yeah)
Diamond tester, you can check the baguettes (yeah)
I dropped a pint and it's red (hey)
All this ice on my wrist, I'm a cooler (cooler)
Thirty chains on my neck like a cougar (cougar, yeah)
Handcuff no arrest, ooh (ooh)
Got the Tommy on tuck, I'm so bool (ooh)
I made up my mind as a kid (what?)
I wanna gang bang 'til I'm dead
Chopper taller than Kente
Fuck a cop, they mislead (shit)
We going up like Jenny Craig
A nigga gettin' pierced dead
I ain't scared to spill none of this red
I get racks, I'm layin' in a bed
Whole new packs, I'm slipping, you wet (slatt)
Acrobatic with ice and kicks
I used to be a good kid (now what?)
Now I'll get you
Lined up (whoa)
I'll get you lined up (yeah)
I'll get you lined up (yeah)
I'll get you lined up (whoa)
I'll get you lined up (yeah)
I'll get you lined up (I'll get you lined up)
I'll get you lined up (yeah)
I'll get you lined up (I'll get you lined up)
I'll get you lined up (yeah)
I got baddies lined up (what we doin'?), Whoa
Get your daddy lined up (doo-doo-doo-doo), whoa
Two hundred foreigns lined up (rich nigga shit), whoa
Ain't never played with my nose, whoa
I'll get you lined up
Autor(es): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn
