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Jay Critch

Out Of Line

 

Out Of Line


[Jay Critch:]
D-Lo on the beat
Yeah
Prepare for launch in three, two...

[Jay Critch:]
Couple figures and now all these bitches care for me
And fuck these niggas that was down and they ain't share with me
Soon as I started seeing money it was clear to me
These niggas not hungry for no money, that shit weird to me
[Don Q:]
Can't trust these niggas, so you know I'm moving carefully
Fucking bitches three at once, that shit was rare for me
Critch got a few, I told him bring a spare for me
I tell my drummer come in air, he bring a snare for me

[Don Q:]
(Yeah, uh, uh-uh)
Niggas out of line
Tell me how you looking for us like we not outside
(Yeah, uh-uh)
Lucky we too occupied
.40 by the passenger, the FN by the driver side
[Jay Critch:]
So we put them shooters on you, then you got no time to hide
If you cross that line, I guarantee they leave you traumatized
You don't want them niggas kicking doors out where your mom reside
[?], tying niggas up, this shit like [?]
I remember when wasn't eating, felt like Ramadan
Plate was empty, now we getting paid all the racks, so they envy
But my niggas was raised in the trap, they ain't friendly
So that boy could try to play and get clapped through his Fendi
Bro still getting paid skipping states in that rentsky
I'ma make a play, put the block in a frenzy
Give my dog a plate, he made that to a ten-piece
Hood Fave, niggas hate, don't know what they got against me

[Don Q:]
Black sweats I wore for days 'til it fade and it's linted
They throwing shots my way, but it ain't graze me or nip me
If they kill me where I stay, will the parade like I'm Nipsey?
They always take away the greats, it's a shame how this shit be
Let's go flow for flow, nigga
I bet I steal a show if we go toe for toe, nigga
Pedicures on my bitch, she love to show her toes
And the extra girl sucking dick going blow for blow with her
I got tints behind the [?] and you can't see when I slide up
I got hints that you was working, you ain't think we would find out
They been doubting in they dreams, they been seeing us die out
I'ma scout, you wanna be up on my team? Come and tryout
I got a starting five of porn stars, I treat 'em like they all-stars
They numbers never stored, but they recent in my call logs
I keep my Spanish mami on guard, my white bitch play the small forward
My black bitch in the post, whoever miss, she grabbing all boards

[Jay Critch:]
Couple figures and now all these bitches care for me
And fuck these niggas that was down and they ain't share with me
Soon as I started seeing money it was clear to me
These niggas not hungry for no money, that shit weird to me
[Don Q:]
Can't trust these niggas, so you know I'm moving carefully
Fucking bitches three at once, that shit was rare for me
Critch got a few, I told him bring a spare for me
I tell my drummer come in air, he bring a snare for me

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