Out of line – Don Q lyrics

Lyrics Out of line – Don Q

Out of line lyrics
Couple figures and now all these bitches care for me
And f**k these niggas that was down and they ain’t share with me
Soon as I started seein’ money it was clear to me
These niggas not hungry for no money that s**t weird to me
Can’t trust these niggas so you know I’m movin’ carefully
Fuckin’ bitches three at once that s**t was rare for me
Critch got a few I told him bring a spare for me
I tell my drummer come in air he bring a snare for me

Niggas out of line
Tell me how you lookin’ for us like we not outside
Lucky we too occupied
.40 by the passenger the FN by the driver side
So we put them shooters on you then you got no time to hide
If you cross that line I guarantee they leave you traumatized
You don’t want them niggas kickin’ doors out where your mom reside
.. tyin’ niggas up this s**t like ..
I remember when wasn’t eatin’ felt like Ramadan
Plate was empty now we gettin’ paid all the racks so they envy
But my niggas was raised in the trap they ain’t friendly
So that boy could try to play and get clapped through his Fendi
Bro still gettin’ paid skippin’ states in that rentsky
I’ma make a play put the block in a frenzy
Give my dog a plate he made that to a ten-piece
Hood Fave niggas hate don’t know what they got against me

Black sweats I wore for days ’til it fade and it’s linted
They throwin’ shots my way but it ain’t graze me or nip me
If they kill me where I stay will the parade like I’m Nipsey?
They always take away the greats it’s a shame how this s**t be
Let’s go flow for flow n***a
I bet I steal a show if we go toe for toe n***a
Pedicures on my b***h she love to show her toes
And the extra girl suckin’ d**k goin’ blow for blow with her
I got tints behind the .. and you can’t see when I slide up
I got hints that you was workin’ you ain’t think we would find out
They been doubtin’ in they dreams they been seein’ us die out
I’ma scout you wanna be up on my team? Come and tryout
I got a startin’ five of porn stars I treat ’em like they all-stars
They numbers never stored but they recent in my call logs
I keep my Spanish mami on guard my white b***h play the small forward
My black b***h in the post whoever miss she grabbin’ all boards

Couple figures and now all these bitches care for me
And f**k these niggas that was down and they ain’t share with me
Soon as I started seein’ money it was clear to me
These niggas not hungry for no money that s**t weird to me
Can’t trust these niggas so you know I’m movin’ carefully
Fuckin’ bitches three at once that s**t was rare for me
Critch got a few I told him bring a spare for me
I tell my drummer come in air he bring a snare for meee

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