Jumped the Line lyrics

[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
If I give you my number, you gon' call me?
If I hit it one time, you cgon' stalk me?
If I fall in love quick, you can't falt me
Now I'm 1, I can't get these b*tches off me
I'm just playing, baby, tell me what your plans be
I asked you if you got a man, you keep saying me
I ain't never been to your city, you said you heard about me
But I ain't tripping on that sh*t, you know how fans be
I don't cheat on my girl, we bang hoes together
I treat my bae like the ring, I'm [?] Mayweather
pus*y wet like it's Spring, that's that May weather
Give it a kiss after she c*m, it just taste better
I like pretty hoes, pretty toes excite me
Gotta tell me what's on your mind, I'm not a sighkick
I got [?], you better not try to fight me
I used to f*ck your best friend, before you liked me
You say you knew that
You said you heard some good reviews, oh, true that
You wanna be my b*tch, well, prove that
Everytime you bring up my ex, I'm like who that?
Broke n*ggas in her face, she is not impressed
If I don't respond to her texts, she get real depressed
Posting memes on the 'Gram, tryna make me mad
Just so the boy can be the reason why [?] beat your ass
I'm just playing, I would never touch you
I mean, in that type of way
And my side girl be [?], you with me today
That's you playing on your phone, while I shoot these plays
She like taking pictures in my passinger
When she think she need makeup, I get mad at her
Baby, you so gorgeous, you don't need that sh*t
I mean, you can do the lashes, but that's probably it
Watch my back while I pump this gas
If a n*gga get too close, baby, blow his ass
You get nervous when I stare at you, that sh*t cute
I seen your friends, bae, I'm so happy I picked you
Hop on the ox, you can throw on what you like
For your pics, you like to throw on all my ice
I don't care who hit it first, who hit it right?
I don't care who had it next, I jumped the line
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Can't name a time where we had to fuss and fight
She suck it in a Benz, while I'm running lights
She say I know you miss me, hell yeah, f*cking right
Her last n*gga hate my guts, I'm finna make him madder
He broke as hell, fighting demans, call him Danny Phantom
She eat it all with a spoon, we got table manners
I [?] I gave her a [?]
b*tch, f*ck that dotted line, new b*tch ride or die
[?] we for lifers, we still got a bond
[?] took her out them vans like a soccer mom
Got her in a chokehold, like Papa Dock
All these n*ggas on her head, but they too [?] out
Her friends keep calling me, b*tch, of course not
Post a pic together, now we group chat's trending topic
I love her FaceTimes, face fine, cleavage poppin
Every week she switch her wig up, like Dennis Rodman
Left my sock at her crib, hope her n*gga find it
n*gga lame as hell
Told her baby, I can't wait to see you, so [?] Chanel
I smack a b*tch 'bout you, get to raising hell
Bad b*tches need real steppers, baby, can't you tell?
Give me good brain like a college, then I make you yell
Got her sitting on it, like she can't make no cells
Yeah, all around the world, random vacations
All them [?] hoes you with, tell them stop hating
Old n*gga sick, you should see [?]
Got your b*tch with me, [?]
First, she used to e shy, like she from [?]
Now I got her bust down, playing with them toys
She don't trip 'bout who I f*ck, she know b*tches freaks
Everybody got a story, now that we a thing