Cross The Line lyrics

[Intro]
Now, this one is a party tune
I got my n*gga Blue, I got my n*gga [?]
And we 'bout to shake these hoes up
Y'knah'mean?
And it goes somethin' like this
Ready? One, two, three, bounce, check it out

[Verse 1]
Yo, all my n*ggas [?] these racks up
Feel the rap that smash tracks, yo
That's us, wavin' 'em dubs, hollerin' at fat sl*ts
Crack up the Henny and Remy and roll a fat blunt
Anybody not feelin' the clique can lick fat nuts
Catch us, and [?] and black chucks
Any chicken lookin' at me finna get her ass plucked (Her ass plucked)
I'm only givin' two options to wack punks:
Yo' ass can back down (Down) or yo' ass can back up (Back up)
So if you feelin' like a jack truck, got the punk shorty for the body
Leave yo' ass gassed up (Gassed up)
Someone at the party, Bacardi, a [?]
Wit' a beat for that ass and I don't tag up
Blaze beats with my raps that'll rob fags up
Base beats so bad, it leave yo' sleakers cracked up (Cracked up)
So back up in this b*tch, we back up in this b*tch
All the acts and metros and clique (We good)
[Hook]
This one made your delying quarter
A block from a crew through designed schemes
I might have to pull the .9 click
But the girl, [?] for your eyes
One made your delying quarter
A block from a crew through designed schemes
I might have to pull the .9 click
But the girl, [?] for your eyes

[Verse 2]

Finishing later, may never finish idk