Outta Line lyrics

[Intro]
I need my gold like a cellar
He ain't talkin' 'bout the money, I can't help ya
I could f*ck with her, bestie She won't tell her
Smokin' on this loud like a Chiefer

[Verse]
Say you flexin' on me, boy, know you lying
Pull up on yo ass and watch my diamonds shine
You ain't talkin' 'bout that guap, boy get off my line
I don't wanna talk, you wasting all my time
I need my gold like a cellar
He ain't talkin' 'bout the money, I can't help ya
I could f*ck with her, bestie She won't tell her
Smokin' on this loud like a Chiefer
Runnin' to the guap like a cheetah
Rollin' up this reefer in a two seater
Her ass fat so you know I might keep hеr
I might want her, but I don't f*ckin' need her
Boy you flexin', whats yo damn timе
All this jewelry, it could make you blind
You can clone me b*tch, I'm one of a kind
On a Xan, almost lost my mind
Boy I think you done lost yo mind
Say, you flexing on me, you outta line
Why this b*tch think she a dime
That ho ain't sh*t, she wasting her time
Sippin' lean, just to f*ckin' pass time
Boy you too lame, switchin' two lanes
Rollin' propane, sippin' on the drank
Boy you too lame, and its a shame
She ain't never been the same
Since I took them drugs, I went insane
pus*y n*gga, you's a whole lame
I ain't got the f*ckin' time for a ho mane
I swear, this ho give the best brain
Me and [?] changin' the game
I'm the Xan man, I'm the lean man, I'm the drug man, yeah