Lines With Lonze lyrics

[Intro]
(lonzetheking)
Good lookin', Lonze
(lonzetheking)

[Verse]
We was in Vegas, me and K, pourin' lines with Lonze
sh*t talkin', it's comin' off my head, I can't write a line
If I get locked, I'ma keep my mouth closed, you'd probably drop a dime
Went to Hutch and bought a chain, spent ten thousand, that's the only time I dropped a dime
I was probably sixteen years old when I first shot a 9
I got an eight of Morton Grove, seven of Tris, and a six of PAI
I was 'bout to pour a four up, but I poured a five
Shot three n*ggas with the same gun, two died and only one survived
Call my phone if you send a message and I don't reply
Caught a casе, I got that b*tch dismissed, I gave the lawyеr five
Catch a flight, or should I hit the road? sh*t, I can't decide
If I hit the road, I'ma take somebody with me 'cause I hate to drive
Smokin' on some weed from **** that you ain't gon' find
I ain't gon' lie, if you try to shop, you gon' hate the price
Purple weed he got stronger than a b*tch, that's somethin' I can't deny
I got some money that's older than me that says "made in '89"
Me and my n*ggas split a pint of Wock'—
Me and my n*ggas split a pint of Wock', he sellin' his and I'm savin' mine
I ain't sellin' not an ounce out my bottle, I'm drinkin' every line
After it's all gone, I'ma be lookin' for more, I do this all the time
Spent a couple thousand dollars just to nod off, this a rich high
A deuce of Tris mixed with a deuce of Morton in one pop, I get big high
I might pour a deuce in a twenty-ounce pop, I don't sip light
I ain't gon' lie, the last n*gga got popped tryna fistfight
Was shoppin', told 'em don't worry about me, get everything that my b*tch like
Buy so much sh*t, came home, looked up in my closet, bought that sh*t twice
Got a sale at the South, told him I'll be there shortly, just sit tight
n*gga got caught with some sh*t and got out the next day, it just don't sit right
Rule number five, you ain't supposed to boom in the crib where you live, right?
I still trapped it out
Told my dog I'm done sellin'— I had mapped it out
Sellin' everything for the high, you can ask around
They discontinued it in 2014, but it's still Act' around
Got caught with two straps before I could get my CPL, but it's still tools around
Stopped f*ckin' 'round, everybody say I'm losin' out
Bought a crib, but sh*t gettin' old, so I'm movin' out
Ain't talkin' 'bout no pills when I say it's some blues around
Smoke too motherf*ckin' much, I could use some pounds
I was gettin' money, but sh*t was gettin' hot, I had to switch my route
I remember times I was petty hustlin' tryna flip an ounce
If I try to add all the money I spent on lean, sh*t, I couldn't count
Spent a thousand last week, five hundred, f*ck, it's a big amount
If I try to add the weed with it, it'd probably be a couple million dollars
I get irritated, it f*ck my head up to even think about it
Antisocial, it took a minute to feel like I need somebody
GrindHard, did everything on my own, I don't need nobody
Everybody got they hand out, when I was f*cked up, I ain't see nobody
When I got on, I put all my n*ggas on, I ain't leave nobody