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Line Of Fire Pt. 9 ft. J Styles, Chy Cartier, RM, Fatz, Streetz, Henkie T
Nines
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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 niggas, 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 niggas 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 nigga aint dead then I know he's a cabbage
I had to laugh
These niggas 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
Nigga 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 nigga, 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 niggas rapping bout hobbies
These niggas 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 nigga 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
Nigga's don't want smoke man are puffing shisha
My first iced out pendant I copped at chiefa
Free slice real nigga 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 nigga in hatton garden
Ask man in the dam henkie is the hardest
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