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Hotline

by KC

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Yea Cmon Aint gone stop na Where you at meet me on the block na Its out yo range say the price too high want me to drop down Im just saying heard you niggas cappin nigga stop lying Its not a game you won't catch me lacking nigga stop trying In the push to start if I aint got nothing at least a Glock 9 What's this car clutching cus im thinking its a drive-by From the start I knew I should blow like a time bomb I was in the dark why they hate to see a nigga shine na Oh you tried to call and it aint rang this a hotline You don't ball you aint in the game you on the sideline Im with my dawg speeding switching lanes he told me calm down Whole time Im cool lil bro just poed 5 lines I aint in the mood for the hoes I aint got time And since a kid nigga I aint never followed guidelines Told the gang we gone get it in when its grind time If we don't it aint making sense All I know is ima get the load in make it flip And if I heard its something on the flo then make attempts All my life I been chasing pros I can't chase bitch I see you boyz a rather live broke you don't take a risk Took a chance dawg just to have this pocket full of blues Get this bag off you already knowing how I do I done passed off the bag told my lil nigga move it This a handoff Im expecting he know what to do One nigga ran off ima catch a nigga and when I do Have a standoff its whatever a nigga wanna do Don't make me mad dog yea that's when I been and lost my cool Don't be playing with me Nigga been and flipped the script This full Magazine full of rounds turn empty quick So all that bullshit you talking bout you can miss me with Neff a pull up pocket full of dubs you ain't hip to this Like what's luck did that shit once do that shit again Bro done put me up on some shit I aint know about And them one niggas say its up oh its going down Im in the backseat with AR im just rolling loud Nigga pulled McLaren through the hood oh he showing out Nigga owe me a couple dollars how I go about it Ima wait it out buss his ass when its perfect timing Nigga saying that he on my ass I aint worried bout it Left a lot of niggas in the past cus they aint 1000 Plug know im always on point he aint gotta count it And my name good in these streets I don't need a voucher And I know I make it look sweet came from the bottom Got that shit on me right na like I just got allowance Tied in so if I need get the bag on consignment But I always got the cash he know ima buy it Ill just get to stating facts I aint have to write it I peep a nigga tryna be like me he aint nothin like me And I just DM a bad bitch and it say she typing Im tryna see tell me what this mean say she heard about me I don't know shidd if anything the real word around is I got what you need right here and you aint gotta find it Damn Yea Yop What he said Aint gone stop na Where you at meet me on the block na

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