Don’t Hit My Line lyrics
by Wy
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, they wanna talk now, let 'em move they lips
Coming at my neck and they talking all that sh*t
I ain't really tripping, no, I ain't got the time
But when I glow up, b*tch, please, don't hit my line
[Chorus]
Don't hit my line (Brr)
Don't hit my line, don't hit my line (Brr)
Don't hit my line, don't hit my line (Brr)
Don't hit my line, don't hit my line (Brr)
Don't hit my line
[Verse 1]
Ooh, now ain't it funny, when I'm down, they just lay low
Ooh, now ain't it funny, they my friend when they say so
Watch 'em come around when I pull up in that range, though
Watch 'em come around when I start stacking all these pesos (Yeah)
If I like that sh*t, I'm gon' cop that sh*t
I might just flex for fun
If I like that chick, then I invite that b*tch
Then I sex her down 'til she c*m
I ain't no chump, b*tch, don't be dumb
Run through your club, no Forrest Gump
Lookin' so clean, and I'm with my whole team
If you talked that sh*t, then you might get slapped
[Bridge]
Tried to tell you, tried to tell you, but you b*tches never listen
Tried to tell you, tried to tell you that your boy been on a mission
Tried to tell you, tried to tell you, but they couldn't see the vision
Tried to tell you, tried to tell you, now look what you've been missin'
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, they wanna talk now, let 'em move they lips
Coming at my neck and they talking all that sh*t
I ain't really tripping, no, I ain't got the time
But when I glow up, b*tch, please, don't hit my line
[Chorus]
Don't hit my line (Brr)
Don't hit my line, don't hit my line (Brr)
Don't hit my line, don't hit my line (Brr)
Don't hit my line, don't hit my line (Brr)
Don't hit my line
[Verse 2]
Ooh, now ain't it funny, how they talking all that bullsh*t
Ooh, now ain't it funny, how they treat me like a nuisance
Watch 'em come around when I drop all of my new sh*t
And watch 'em come around when I pull up in that new whip
I go and do 3 shows, then I do 3 hoes
Better hope one ain't your b*tch
I see you flex on the 'Gram with a couple of gram
But we both know that you ain't rich
You wear fake fits, what I wear looks slick
And I don't play baseball but your boy makes hits
In my hometown now everybody down, 'cause your boy went hard and your boy's ain't sh*t
[Bridge]
Tried to tell you, tried to tell you, but you b*tches never listen
Tried to tell you, tried to tell you that your boy been on a mission
Tried to tell you, tried to tell you, but they couldn't see the vision
Tried to tell you, tried to tell you, now look what you've been missin'
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, they wanna talk now, let 'em move they lips
Coming at my neck and they talking all that sh*t
I ain't really tripping, no, I ain't got the time
But when I glow up, b*tch, please, don't hit my line
[Chorus]
Don't hit my line (Don't hit my line, no, brr)
Don't hit my line, don't hit my line (No, no, brr)
Don't hit my line, don't hit my line (No, brr)
Don't hit my line, don't hit my line (No, no, brr)
Don't hit my line