Date Line (feat. John$on)

Don't ever judge a book by its cover
Lil boi I'll end yo life
I was posted wit them demons
Before I ever lived this life
I was 16 when a nigga learned to use the mic
I was 13 when a nigga learned to use the pipe
Don't think twice
Running round these streets
I'm finna find the ice
Serve it them niggas that smoke anything
I can not lie
I'm the guy you needa call
Just look for me if things ain right
Send these bowls to mudd
I swear my lil nigga gon get you right
Yeaa

I'm feeling really wavy
I just came so hard up on this beat
These niggas gotta pay me
Yxng jaiden
Yea bitch that's my name
But don't you over say it
Clutching on my metal
Lil nigga don't you make me spray it
They say I'm crazy flip this shit today because They say I'm lazy
Big ole baby
I'm in West Virginia where dis shit crazy
Why you hatin'?
Boi I'm from the bottom had to trap to make it
Had no patience
Put yo all in this you wanna be the greatest
Big boss
On my grind untill my pockets Rick Ross
Shit talk
Boi that's all you do you shoulda been stoped
Get lost
For I call my hoopers and you get crossed
10 shots
You ain have it on you that's a big loss
Told these niggas stop playing
Wit the youngest rich jit
New bag everyday bitch I'm getting really lit
Swear a nigga love his bitch cause she tell you You the shit
You could never do this shit even if you in my Kicks

Bring the switches out ain no hesitation
I love blood
It's my favorite thing to wear shoot him close
But we ain done
Get my niggas off the scene the cops pulled up But we done spun
The shit I do is part of my religion young nigga Just want the dubs
Uhhh bitch I love my streets
Never turn my back on the ones that I call my Team
You niggas tweaks talking bags I be getting em Cheap
Quick to make a nigga think I have his bread Back in a week
These bitches creeps
Always in my dm like slide up on me
Niggas like to run they mouth to me
So I call up ree
Shake a nigga
Bake nigga
Why you wan start that beef
No I never entertain these hoes
Cause they not for me

Bitch I'm a dog I'm a k-nine
Ruh Paul yea you boys bitches in day time
Big clips if you ever try to take mines
Catch a body then I skirted cross them stat Lines he said he wanted smoke and then he Ended up on date like sick of all theses rappers In my city boy they can't rhyme Gucci Louis Fendi on my bitch but she ain crayshawn
Steady cooking up on this stove tryna get my Cake long put me in a trap wit some bowls This Shit won't take a sec watch close take you Some notes show you how that paper Stretch
Dem boys really some hoes hell nah they ain a Threat let em try fill up the ride said they Get Painted wet



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Writer(s): Jaiden Mcelroy
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