Line It Up lyrics

Yeah
Lil' Kayla wassup

Okay

b*tches like they pack me out that sh*t sound goofy as f*ck
And yo friend was right beside you lookin' stupid as f*ck
How the main b*tches talkin' didn't even run up?
My cousin told me stop the net sh*t I ain't gotta prove nun
But I said look man I'm tired of b*tches playin' wit me
Like it ain't sh*t to have they main n*gga layin' wit me
If you don't wanna meet and fight f*ck what you sayin' to me
N' every n*gga Stunna f*ckin' on she payin' a fee
Yeah
They ain't gon' like that
You hoes bark I bite back
All you b*tches waited to fly out just to write back
We all coulda met up n' just finished off our nightcap
But Taylor b*tch sit down cuz you know you ain't even like that
Every b*tch I step out wit gon' look just like a model
Scam you and yo family outta every f*ckin' dolla'
You b*tches was just suckin' me n' now it's hella problems
All my haters equal up to all the kids Suki swallow
You b*tches wanna talk but i ain't listenin' to sh*t
You claim that you don't diss but yo first single was a diss
I gave a b*tch her props ( ? )
I coulda' been beat yo ass but i don't jump in people sh*t
But now it's green light on all you hoes no cap
Fought damn near every b*tch in my city all facts
And we ain't lose a draw b*tch I still double back
Ion ever fear hoes b*tch I'm still on that ass
On the real though I got you b*tches shook, huh
You moded as*h*les though y'all had the juice, huh
You b*tches actin' hella tough behind a crew, huh
And found out what the city sh*t do, huh, huh
Man all you b*tches on di*k
And KoldKilla who? All you killed was the fence
And Suki didn't touch me I could bang it on her kids
That's why hoes don't wanna meet without security n' sh*t
(Without security and sh*t b*tch)
Yeah you hoes keep frontals n' all that
But lets just keep it real y'all can't f*ck wit me n' rap
Since 2015 b*tch I been makin' stacks
At the age of 16 had the city on my back
I'm really bout that sh*t that I be rappin' about
On Stunna dead n*ggas ain't no packin' me out
Yo n*gga in my inbox he be askin' me out
So since you b*tches wanna talk now I'm maxin' en' out
Now Taylor how you want us to feel bad for you b*tch
On insta talkin' how you got yo ass beat n' sh*t
You always playin' victim lowkey rattin' n' sh*t
But in reality you kept going right back to the di*k
Not to mention how you hoes was stealin' bars in this b*tch
I think you hoes forgot who really started this sh*t
So now it's only right I go retarded again
Tell them hoes line it up f*ck all this talkin' n' sh*t b*tch
b*tch, line it up
f*ck all this talkin' n' sh*t, line it up
f*ck all this internet sh*t, line it up
You b*tches really ain't on sh*t, line it up b*tch
Line it up, line it up
f*ck all this talkin' n' sh*t, line it up
f*ck all this internet sh*t, line it up
You b*tches ain't on sh*t, line it up b*tch
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